It’s not going to be pretty,
When dropping the ball for New year’s
Makes a splash,
And all the deniers,
Salt water lapping at their ankles,
Slough it off,
As El Nino getting a little more boisterous.
It will be too late to give him a time out,
And consign him to some corner
Of the world that doesn’t matter
Where demographics are concerned.
Even La Nina won’t be able
To do anything with him
Once he get's all wound up.
Once he get's all wound up.
He’ll stomp and flail
Up and down the coast,
Up and down the coast,
Kicking apart all the sand castles
In his way.
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