Unpublished manuscripts 
A poem of epic proportions 
As told to Rusty Greenberg 
So Greenberg and Droege were writing 
a paper with only one aim 
To destroy the wealth of America 
on a dubiously scientific claim 
The wanted to stop all the logging 
But the whole thing was really a bust 
To halt of modern civilization 
for a bird that was named after rust 
Is it the squeaky vocalization 
or that familiar old junk-yard hue 
Since no one cares about "Rusties" 
we'll never get much of a clue 
Now Droege ' s an anarchist farmer 
who plots in a tumble-down shack 
And Greenberg's once lofty ambition 
turned him into a government hack 
They concocted this blackbird story 
based on a tenuous trend 
In hopes to achieve their full glory 
by bringing malls to an end 
But Newt and Bill agree that 
problems there really aren't any 
Because to the voting public 
Ten Blackbirds are ten Blackbirds too many 
