THOUGHTS THOUGHT WHILST THINKIN’ OF PEARY ON A HOT SUMMER DAY

O Peary! With the scorchin’ summer here

And everybody payin’ double price

For little weeny, teeny bits of ice,

It dost no longer seem so very queer

That thou shouldst have the bravery to steer

Thy ship up North where it is cool and nice.

I'll bet you smile whilst thinkin’ thou hast twice

The fun we're havin’ at this time of year.

And, say! old boy, since thou dost understand

The pole is an imaginary spot,

Why not “imagine” thou hast found it and

Of time and trouble save an awful lot?

Couldst others track thee to that frozen land

And prove thou didst not find it? I guess not!