If only they’d roll over and play dead
It’s hot as… Hello, summer heat wave.
Bow wow days are here again.
Where’s a hydrant? Where’s a shade tree?
We, like dogs, bite weathermen.
The Fahrenheit’s in triple digits.
Sidewalks let you fry an egg.
But the heat’s kidnapped our hunger.
And at night for sleep we beg.
Hot tin roofs make raindrops sizzle.
Most of us are really steamed.
What in blazes is the problem?
Global warming, so it seems.