One Hundred and Fifty Eskimos

One Hundred And Fifty Eskimos. . A hundred and fifty Eskimos in town It’s freezing cold and throwing it down Hands in pockets heads down to the ground The cars rush by with a slushing sound . The river is flowing a mucky brown The tide is high As trillions of tears Fall from the sky . Oh boy I’m getting wet through And I’ve got so much shopping to do While the Eskimos gather supplies I’m wiping raindrops from my eyes . Little ponds grown With ripples the naughty wind has blown Get your Khak’s ready And your wet suit And your wader boots . It’s Friday it’s five to five I’m so thankful I’m still alive. . Peter Dome©2020.