But what am I supposed to do
Before it starts in rearranging
The world? Is it a bugaboo?
If it’s so bad then men of science,
And women, should build an appliance
That limits carbon in our air
Before we’re in intensive care.
I’m not a climate change denier
But if we wait on politics
We’ll all have crossed the river Styx
Before the final nullifier
(Mother Nature) breathes our bad breath
And sentences humans to death.