Where The Ice Caps Once Lay

The mother calls out to her cubs, “Come little cubs time to hunt”

The polar ice caps are melting, “Come little cubs time to run"

The cubs grow up on an icy plate

Yet less food can go down on the plate

Steamboats and tugboats going every way

While me and my cubs have to escape

The snowy ice caps where we live

For our cubs to be safe we make a bid

Hunting is always a challenge

So me and my cubs cannot be out of balance

Otherwise we could die from the damage

Climate change is always a challenge.