On the eleventh day of Christmas my true-love gave to me,
Eleven vents erupting,
Ten glaciers surging,
Nine houses sinking,
Eight cars polluting,
Seven blizzards raging,
Six aurorae swirling,
Five solar flares.
Four chickadees,
Three mammoths,
Two ptarmigan
And a spruce hen in a spruce tree.
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On the tenth day of Christmas my true-love gave to me,
Ten glaciers surging,
Nine houses sinking
Eight cars polluting,
Seven blizzards raging,
Six aurorae swirling,
Five solar flares.
Four chickadees,
Three mammoths,
Two ptarmigan
And a spruce hen in a spruce tree.
On the ninth day of Christmas my true-love gave to me
Nine houses sinking
Eight cars polluting,
Seven blizzards raging
Six aurorae swirling
Five solar flares.
Four chickadees,
Three mammoths
Two ptarmigan
And a spruce hen in a spruce tree.
On the Eighth day of Christmas my true-love gave to me,
Eight cars polluting,
Seven blizzards raging,
Six aurorae swirling,
Five solar flares.
Four chickadees,
Three mammoths
Two ptarmigan
And a spruce hen in a spruce tree.
(to the tune of “Auld Lang Syne”)
Should present climate be forgot,
And ne’er again be seen?
Should glaciers melt and oceans rise
Just because our house is green?
Because our house is green my friends,
Because our house is green,
We’ll sit and swelter in the sun
Because our house is green.
Should deserts spread across the land
While hurricanes grow cruel
From cows and swamps and growing rice,
And from burning fossil fuel?
From burning fossil fuel, my friends,
From burning fossil fuel,
We’ll all dehydrate in the sun
From burning fossil fuel.
Should the I T C Z go away,
And the savannahs return?
Should glaciers melt and cities drown
Because the jungles burn?
Because the jungles burn, my friends,
Because the jungles burn,
We’ll parboil in the tropic sun
Because the jungles burn.
On the sixth day of Christmas, my true-love gave to me,
Six aurorae swirling
Five solar flares.
Four chickadees,
Three mammoths
Two ptarmigan
And a spruce hen in a spruce tree.
On the seventh day of Christmas, my true-love gave to me,
Seven blizzards raging,
Six aurorae swirling,
Five solar flares.
Four chickadees,
Three mammoths,
Two ptarmigan
And a spruce hen in a spruce tree.
On the fifth day of Christmas, my true-love gave to me,
Five solar flares.
Four chickadees,
Three mammoths,
Two ptarmigan,
And a spruce hen in a spruce tree.
On the fourth day of Christmas, my true-love gave to me,
Four chickadees,
Three mammoth cows,
Two ptarmigan,
And a spruce hen in a spruce tree.
On the third day of Christmas, my true-love gave to me,
Three mammoth cows
Two ptarmigan
And a spruce hen in a spruce tree.
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