When the storm is surging and it gives you mal de mer
That’s a signal you should raise your cottage in the air
For when the waves are rising and an east wind is ablow
Is not the time to find out that your bunga is too low
A tide in the affairs of men, if taken at its flood
Can float your cabin out to sea and fill your hut with mud
As icecaps shrink, the ocean grows, before it gets too big you
Maybe ought to build a mound to elevate your igloo.
There’s not an awful lot of time for people to prepare
And you are just plain out of luck if you’re a polar bear.