We’re lost little critters on our ways to our funeral parties
The world just a cruel joke, knawing at our ears
We weed thru mindless dribble to make a meaning for ourselves
But nothing, but loss of hope, comes from it
The penguin and the seahorse were fighting,
They said the sea was most inviting
But the artic or the tropics they could not agree which,
So to end their quarell they asked a near bye fish
How shall we resolve our problem?
Well the humans are quite dumb and gullible, ask them to speed up their friendly process, because the ice up here is melting, and the water down their is boiling, i say go wait in the coldest water, for you will not get burned, and with pateince it shall become luke warm
What creatures are these humans? To change this friendly world, for soon I will have no ice to cool on
But it is our future said the fish,
You must accept it, it will happen, they are the ones with the power, and our desires mean little.