Hot and cold

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!