Far beyond the politics we know,
He sails the seas of emission trade,
Avoiding the perils of party debate,
Just watch him go.

The perils of the world are grand.
Cresting the waves of voter polls
And the erratic winds of public opinion,
The Cap’n will stand.

So away he sails to foreign lands,
While young girls and presidents
Are tucked safe in bed,
And old men sit on their hands.

Who can say just where or when,
Old Cap’n Trade will sail his boat,
Or when that peerless mariner
Will see our shores again?

As Bill Clinton once said, “It’s the economy, stupid!”