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.

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