I came upon this man one day
Quite flushed as he did come to me
He yelled, a place we shall soon go
With cold, fierce bears, strange talk we’ll see!
With bears, you say, what else is there?
My word, I’ll tell, need not to fret
The winds, the snow, with more I think
No fruit, they’ll eat whale fat I bet!
Your right, dear friend, no yum for them
A house of ice where ‘nucks are born
Their schools, absurd, teach a to zed
Big great igloos I could have sworn
When ice does melt, the whales go dry
Despite the ice, the snow remains
For all these meals they’ll eat flapjacks
So much syrup I’d go insane!
Young man, where lies this cold dark place?
This pic does seem just north of here
You’re nuts, photos, postcards, that’s all?
Foolish, I say, you’ve never been near!
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