PARODY LYRICS
Moles and voles arrange their lairs -- they cope with heat-waves, as do hares,
And suffer summer's sultry air, in tunnels where they stay.
But now their favorite food's in doubt -- the worms in berms just won't come out
(Worms stay down deep, avoiding drought, so moles can't eat their prey).
Moles checked out soil from up and down,
They're moving north, and leaving town;
It's soil's hydration that they sense.
(I note all this in moles' defence)
Whales and seals and swarms of eels: aquatic creatures -- none conceals
In lakes and seas, how lost they feel, our weekly poll reveals.
They're now upset about their seas (defiled by plastic vortices)
So, near the shore, they ask you please, "Don't toss your trash away."
Our time on Earth, like theirs, is thin:
An oceanic garbage bin
Sums up the dreadful state we're in.
Our leaders are like "clowns sent in".
Flocks of auks and human fools reject the science learned in schools.
To fix the sitch we lack the tools, no cooling's underway.
So, blame the universities -- they study eco-travesties,
And halt research with funding freeze, denial games to play.
Our autocratic gang denies
(And lies with self-delusion strange),
Earth's deadly outlook -- climate change.
slide showing author’s verse published online at “Daily Illustrated Nonsense”



