(With apologies to Robert W. Service)
In that vast cold run 'neath the midnight sun,
There was nary a soul in sight.
If a creature stirred, it said not a word
And it certainly couldn’t write.
Now scientists swarm as they say it’s too warm
And they blame it on me and on you.
They say that the gas that we constantly pass
Results from our energy brew.
While others protest and say, give it a rest.
The planet has always been changing –
Freezing and warming – forever transforming
With land masses rearranging.
Prehistorically speaking, although it is piquing,
A lot has gone on since creation.
So, we’ll argue and blether and fight over whether
It’s due to our cohabitation.