Wild Tales of Global Warming

Flaky chilly Easter,
Frozen silly feaster!
“Come on baby light my bonfire”
Sang the penguin on Midsummer's Eve.
Come August, boo caribou,
Owly Spirit gets so low.
The Beatles having slept off
All summer long
Found themselves much put off
When the blizzard came along.

MORAL:

When I get cold,
I fancy a French summer —
A perfect summer
Where anything could do as a warm-up
Sorry for the national frost,
Such a hellish weather —
Slow death on the way!

NOTE: In the hope that Messrs de la Fontaine and Sirkis will forgive any deviation from their own words.

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