The Walrus
The walrus lolls on icy shores
Of Arctic oceans frigid;
He barks then naps, and dreams and snores
How calm he looks, so rigid!
The walrus turns and smiles and drools,
He seems oddly familiar;
Could it be John, or Dick or Jules,
No, no, he’s too peculiar…
The walrus wakes and yawns and bleats,
And stares directly at me;
He nibbles crabs, and clams he eats
But he refuses chutney…
The walrus waits and then he goes
And dives quite deeply seaward;
In icy waters that are froze
He likes to gambol leeward.
Enjoy the ice while there, my friend,
For quickly it is melting,
Your home’s cool ease will shortly end
As we give Earth a belting...