In The Future Poem by Liza Sud

When the Earth globe will turn over -
we will live in tropics then,
and in winter under hot sun
we will eat pineapple, friend!

We'll throw out hats and take off
coats, we'll grow coconuts.
In Siberia palmaceous -
there'll be fabulous resorts.

Our Harsh Ice Arctic ocean -
will at last recieve name "Hot".
In St. Petersburg, the monkeys
for bananas will make war.

Finally in our Arkhangelsk
for the tourist season - all:
Turks and Germans will be fighting,
and the Chinese will break forth!