The Meteor is on its Way
O, how will we ever cope
The dreaded meteor is on its way
The weather mavens say ‘No hope’
that those dinosaurs will live another day
What will we tiny little mammals do
without our super-sized friends
btw: They’re also predicting an ‘Ice Age’ soon
Whoa is us, inevitable is our end
But wait, what’s this I hear
Wooly mammoth and Mr. Mastodon
Grown large of a sudden
Surely we too can overcome our fear
*****************
Millenia later, Charles Darwin wrote that all species must
change their ways from time to time...
To survive, we adjust
having accumulated too much ‘climate convenience rust’
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