POLAR BEAR

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Churchill is a town I love:
There's lots to eat there;
And naive people come to stare:
They've come to see us polar bears.

We amble down the snowy street,
And here and there are lumps of meat,
That have been thrown away;

And there are men and women
With telescopes,
Nervous and fearful yet full of hope,
Expecting to see starving bears;

For they've been told that food is scarce,
That melting ice won't let bears hunt,
And so we bears have borne the brunt
Of the delusion known as global warming,
Promoted by slick politicians:

So visitors ask the residents
Where they can find the evidence
Of melted floes,
Or photo thin and starving bears,
To prove the planet's on its knees,
Because it can no longer freeze.

But we just swagger down the street,
Replete and sated bears,
Where we've been coming for centuries
On our way to Hudson Bay;

And we laugh at the silly people
Who've come from afar,
When they grasp how they've been fooled
By lying politicians
And by notoriety-seeking money-grubbing
S0-called scientisits.

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Note: Churchill is a town in Northern Canada on polar bears' ancient annual migration routes, now visited by hordes of "environmentalists", seeking evidence for "climate catastrophe". Many "climate researchers" withhold and distort facts which contradict their false dogma that humans have made the planet hotter.