Yearning for the Hypsithermal

Yearning for the Hypsithermal
Global warming’s bad they say,
For us and caribou, too.
Every dog shall have its day,
But the climate’s gone to pooh.
Singing: Hey nonny-nonny for the Hypsithermal,
That glorious age of heat,
When Africans swam in their own back yards,
And glaciers began to retreat.
Carbon dioxide is nasty old stuff
That humans leave lying about.
Unless you’re a tree, and breathe it with glee
Making O2 we can’t live without.
Singing: Hey nonny-nonny for the Hypsithermal,
The greatest age of the Holocene.
Life was jolly, trees were tall,
Every color was a shade of green.
It’s coming back, so the alarmists say,
But this time it’s gonna be bad.
Hotter than Hell, drier than sand,
The worst climate we’ve ever had.
Singing: Hey nonny-nonny for the Hypsithermal,
Paradise wouldn’t be so bad.
Warmer than glaciers, softer than ice.
The best climate we ever had.
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