Climate

Climate
We sing of the polar bear,
Fearless and bold,
He never gets hot
And he never gets cold,
Because where he lives
Summer never occurs,
And the rest of the year
He wears plenty of furs.
Tooralee, Tooralay,
And the rest of the year
He wears plenty of furs.

The crocodile lives
In a tropical place,
And neither the cold
Nor the heat does he face,
Because in the winter
His summers begin,
And the rest of the year
He wears crocodile skin.
Tooralee, Tooralay,
And the rest of the year
He wears crocodile skin.

And then there's us humans
Who live in a clime
That calls for at least
Three full suits at a time;
A thick one and thin one
For cold days and hot,
And a medium-weight one
For days that are not.
Tooralee, Tooralay,
And a medium-weight one
For days that are not.