Wow it’s hot, it’s really hot,
Like thirty eight degrees,
I’m sitting, wearing my new hat
Of frozen garden peas.

I’ve eaten three Soleros
Enjoyed a quick cold shower,
My pants are in the freezer
And I’ll wear them in an hour.

I’ve drunk two pints of water,
And I’m sitting in the shade,
Looking at my browning grass
Which really should get sprayed.

This climate has a message,
Listen… or we’re fried.
The heat will keep on rising
‘till there’s nowhere left to hide.

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