Verse 1:
Yo, listen up, let me tell you ’bout a situation,
Down in Florida, there’s a new sensation,
Sargassum, a kind of algae in a massive bloom,
It’s causing chaos and a big-time gloom.
Chorus:
From Montego to Miami, there’s seaweed on the sand,
It’s making beaches less appealing and less grand,
The smell of rotting eggs fills up the air,
And tourists may think twice before they dare.
Verse 2:
Sargassum used to be a rare sight,
But now it’s growing with all its might,
The algae is floating in the ocean for miles,
And causing problems with its massive piles.
Chorus:
From Montego to Miami, there’s seaweed on the sand,
It’s making beaches less appealing and less grand,
The smell of rotting eggs fills up the air,
And tourists may think twice before they dare.
Verse 3:
The bloom is growing and causing a stir,
But what can we do, we’re not quite sure,
Removing sargassum from the beach can be costly,
And disposing of it can be quite a mystery.
Chorus:
From Montego to Miami, there’s seaweed on the sand,
It’s making beaches less appealing and less grand,
The smell of rotting eggs fills up the air,
And tourists may think twice before they dare.
Verse 4:
But some entrepreneurs are getting smart,
Finding new ways to use sargassum’s parts,
From biofuels to construction materials,
The possibilities are becoming surreal.
Chorus:
From Montego to Miami, there’s seaweed on the sand,
It’s making beaches less appealing and less grand,
The smell of rotting eggs fills up the air,
And tourists may think twice before they dare.
Verse 5:
And there’s a new idea on the horizon,
A seaweed Roomba to catch sargassum risin’,
It’ll sink to the ocean’s depths so deep,
And the carbon it holds it’ll keep.
Chorus:
From Montego to Miami, there’s seaweed on the sand,
It’s making beaches less appealing and less grand,
The smell of rotting eggs fills up the air,
And tourists may think twice before they dare.
Verse 6:
Until then, we’ll have to be patient,
And keep our eyes on the sargassum’s placement,
It may be stinky and an eyesore,
But it’s a part of the ocean’s grand tour.
Chorus:
From Montego to Miami, there’s seaweed on the sand,
It’s making beaches less appealing and less grand,
The smell of rotting eggs fills up the air,
And tourists may think twice before they dare.
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