They say the world is getting hotter.
They say it's anthropological.
I say it's because of the otter.
It's a lot more logical.
Seals get confused with otters.
We think they're one of us.
But they act like little rotters,
And scare old ladies on the bus.
Otters look like beautiful seals.
They're charming and cute,
We fall head over heels,
Their beauty is hard to refute.
But then a friend may tell us,
That we've fallen for the wrong species.
And then we see them on that bus,
And notice their fondness for faeces.
At that moment the spell is broken,
We see otters for what they really are.
So listen when the truth is spoken:
Blah blah blah blah blah!
So otters should get the blame,
Because it's got nowt to do with me.
If the world goes up in flame,
I'll be nice and cool in the sea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem