I Just Remembered the Eskimos

I just remembered the Eskimos, Strangely not wanting where The Sun glows: Cruel winters not making them less bold; To snows their answer an overcoat… One would think the Eskimos long sold In some trade to Territorial Cold Blocks of Snow to yield their Igloos That the beast limits like Doors of Zoos… The Eskimo who in knowledge grows In languages trainable and he flows I, a linguist, can try their Yupik But in the end might buy a toothpick! The Eskimo who everyone loves Could infected hands shake without gloves: In far-off Alaska, most, hiding, With their lives also touched Biden… Without inhalers No Eskimos Prednisolones, first, before I go.