Fossilized sunshine, we dig it out of the ground

It can still shine brightly and it makes the world go ‘round

We use it all day long, by the ton and by the pound

Fossilized sunshine, it makes the world go ‘round

Fossilized sunshine, three hundred million years old

Like a present from the devil, it won’t ever leave you cold

It must come straight from hell, ‘cause we take it from a real deep hole

Fossilized sunshine won’t ever leave you cold

Ferns and cycads and giant horsetails

The ghost of photosynthesis past

Put down your shovel, man, your poor eyes have failed

To see that this bonanza won’t last

Fossilized sunshine, we pump it back into the air

Buried through the eons, now it’s floatin’ ‘round everywhere

It can fry us like bacon, so we’d better all beware

Fossilized sunshine floatin’ round everywhere

Fossilized sunshine floatin’ round everywhere

Fossilized sunshine floatin’ round everywhere

Fossilized sunshine floatin’ round everywhere

Note:  These are the lyrics to a song that WVHC Board member Kent Karriker wrote.  Although it might be easy to jump to the conclusion that this is the product of covid enforced idleness, he actually wrote it ten years ago.