My breath is hot, I cannot speak,
my clothes are wet with sweat, you see.
Every move I make today,
I warm the globe a li'l bit more.
So bring me fruits and water too,
lots of it, jugful, plateful, eyeful too;
and then some ice if you'll manage that;
for summer's here, an ovenful.
I dream I'm home in Iceland,
playing in the snow,
I dream I'm freezing bit by bit;
Not scared of summer now---
I think I'm cold, therefore I am!
Keywords: children's poetry