Hum We'Re Going To Fry Poem by Mill Field

The world is getting hotter,
They say we're going to fry,
But if it gets much colder
I think we all might die.

El Nino and La Nina
Are having quite a ball;
If they twirl a little faster
It could be curtains for us all.

The polar ice is melting,
Which makes for many a frown,
The water's creeping higher -
Then might we not all drown?

And if these things don't get you,
Pollution surely will,
For pollution's ticking quickly
And set to make a kill.