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When the floes beneath your flippers melt into the sea
And the icecap is receding out of reach
It forces you to contemplate your own mortality
And haul your blubber up onto the beach.
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In Nature, unlike Wall Street, you can’t be too big to fail.
Its laws are such no animal can hope to ever beat them.
Death stalks every creature and grabs it by the tail
Just ask the woolly mammoth, or the guys that used to eat them.
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Do you have a memory of how it was before
The climate changed and made your life a hell?
Do you dream of icebergs, while stranded on the shore?
And how exactly do you stand the smell?
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Is there a walrus heaven that you go to when you die?
Somewhere way beyond the Bering Strait?
Do you hope to haul out on that iceberg in the sky
Where endless schools of cod and herring wait?
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Oh, do not go gentle into that Arctic dusk
Six months from now will be another morning
Fight against extinction, tooth and nail and tusk
And hope your fellow mammals heed your warning.
