Classic Poem

Oh, come with me to the arctic seas
Where the blizzards and icebergs grow,
And dally awhile with the polar breeze
In the land of the Esquimau.
We will fish for seal and the great white bears
In their caves on the frozen shores;
We will spread our nets in the frigid lairs
Of the walrus that snorts and roars.

When the rest of creation swoons with heat
All pleasant and chipper we'll be;
'T would be hard to find a summer retreat
As cool as the arctic sea.

We will ramble along in some snowy glade
With never a sultry sigh,
Or loll at ease in the grateful shade
Of an iceberg four miles high.

So come with me to the arctic pole —
To the land of the walrus and bear,
Where the glaciers wave and the blizzards roll,
And victuals are frequently rare.
You are plump and fat — with such a mate
In my iceberg I would dwell,
In the pleasing hope I could baffle fate
By eating you au naturel .