Modern Mythological Meltdowns

The ice, the ice the total melt....
Slowly dwindles like a great sun's sweltering swelt.
Polar bears scramble for icy land to tread....
B'cause o' man's interfearance, they'll soon all b' dead.

No more penguins or seals to be...
All soon dead all soon to thee.
Watery graves for bears to drown...
It's way b'low they go on down.

Blub, blub, blub's the sound....
No more land, no more ground.
Weathery patterns do so change...
Where will be all the range?
Is this not to Nature strange? ...

- Michael Gale