In warm Caribbean waters blow,
And if they hit land, they devastate
Mexico, and some Southern States.
But now that we have climate change,
The hurricanes have changed their range:
Jenny, the latest hapless storm.
Refused to pattern to conform
And promptly moved, its force to pit
Against the busy New York streets.
Causing the city so much harm
That people cried out in alarm.
Now, it's one thing to berate
The weather for the white bears' fate,
Since they cannot reach their prey
Because the ice floes melt away,
But something else, when devastation
Removes New Yorkers' transportation...
So, the folks we send to Washington
To have our nation's business done,
But who, instead, play foolish games,
And think up for new buildings names,
Have suddenly become aware
That Global Warning's their affair,
And something should be soon devised
To stem the oceans' steady rise,
And cause the atmospheric gaps
Above our planet's polar caps.
So, maybe Jenny's devastation
Will bring some good to our nation,
Perhaps it'll cause us, one and all,
Our emissions to control...