This global warming is freezing me to death!
It’s almost June and I can see my breath.
And you ask yourself what’s all the fuss
when a snowy owl gets hit by a bus.
So you think the weather pattern is hexed,
and lo and behold comes the polar vortex.
The next time you go chopping down a tree,
remember how the tropical rainforest is,
Just how much of it is mankind to blame,
melting polar caps, depleting ozone, what a shame.
It seems too much sometimes I can’t take it any more.
My patience is running out for Chris’ sake.
Put a sock in it–Al Gore!