Mary's Hidden Carbon Garden

Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your money grow?

With carbon deals and hidden seals and backroom funds in a row. Pipes and plumes

and quiet rooms, that's where you make your dough. While Louisiana's lands get risked

and the public's last to know. Mary, Mary, quite contrary,

guarding secrets row by row. You smile wide in DC boardrooms where the backdoor

contracts flow. You call it, "Green," you call it, "Future,"

but we've seen this game before. Every pipeline, every carbon claim opens up

another door. Oh, Mary, Mary, sweet and wary,