If I Were An Igloo

If I were an igloos I would be different than the others, more flamboyant. Painted in rainbow colors, I would play hip hop music, and I would wear a colorful, feathered boa, sprinkled with glitter. There would be loudness, And frenzied dancing, possibly screaming, Especially after the polar bears begin Stalking my inhabitants which would be pretty easy to find in the whiteness of Alaska, Thanks to the loudness of my songs And my rainbow colors, And my enormously wonderful feathered boa, with the glitter shining. I would have rapid changeover, trading family after family, Possibly switching to jazz or bluegrass, but keeping the boa until it finally blows away on its own.