Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Acquisition
Rode ConocoPhillips.
"Forward, the Upstream Brigade!
"Charge for the dividend!" they said:
Into the valley of layoffs
Rode ConocoPhillips.
"Forward, the Upstream Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the employee knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and to deep water, say goodbye:
Into the valley of layoffs
Rode ConocoPhillips.
$40 oil to right of them,
$40 oil to left of them,
$40 oil in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with COST imposition,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Acquisition,
Into the mouth of layoffs
Rode ConocoPhillips
Flash'd all their IDPs bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
Servicing the dividend there,
Charging a market bear, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the oily-smoke
Right thro' $30-a-share they broke;
Reel'd from the markets
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the ConocoPhillips explorers.
$30 oil to right of them,
$30 oil to left of them,
$30 oil behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with more COST and stripper-well,
While "fours," "threes" and now "twos" fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Acquisition
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of ConocoPhillips.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Upstream Brigade,
Noble two thousand.