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Can you tell me.

Can you tell me why the fjord's gone whacking.
Oslofjord has never been like this.
Fish and kelp, and even duck's kayaking
reached our last year’s station with a fizz.
Departments do construct their own opinion.
Environmental clergy stamp their shoes.
Boating sewage seems the main dominion,
just like folk who flush their cabin's loo.

Coast admin, you are our dreamscape.
Coastal squads, you are our glue.
Coastal care, like clear, blue skylines
wrapped in outfits new, made for me and for you.

Pollution squads are lurking at your window.
Please, applaud the coastal care at least.
Farms polluting seascapes is a scarecrow.
Nitrogen is the cabin builder’s beast.
Coast admin, is known for strict coherence.
Coastal care are menders for the few.
If your plant explosives lack remembrance,
let runoff slush from powder Nitro brew.

Coast police, you are so righteous.
Coast police, you are so true.
Coast police, like clear, blue skylines
wrapped in outfits new, made for me and for you.

River grabs do stir up rivers mostly.
River mud is known for poisoned spew.
If mercury on land is way too costly,
let river mud submerge as ocean stew.
Doggerbank, their blasts are great and booming.
On spawning ground, their symbols wink and tell.
If your shrimpy trawler is too looming,
everybody knows you’ll sink or sell.

Coastal squad, you are our dreamscape.
Coast admin, you are so true.
Coastal care, like clear, blue skylines
wrapped in outfits new, made for me and for you.