We polar bears live way up North,
Because we like the ice and cold.
But climate changing's coming forth,
And old ways must be put on hold.
We must adapt to a new time.
It seems that Greenland will be green.
Immigration rates here will climb.
More unfurred creatures will be seen.
Probably lemons will grow here.
Where's there's lemons make lemonade.
New diet options will appear.
Some menu changes will be made.
Bad news - melting, but good news that
There's humans to eat - slow and fat.
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