Drip drip drop - bit by bit - it's the dulcet sound of the glacial melt

Accompanied by the beluga, singing about the hand they've been dealt the emperor and the arctic fox listen intently...

"I'm beginning to get glimpses of what is called real life"

He says, meaning misfortune

"Yes, they're lost in myopia"

Surrounded by ostriches with mouths full of sand

Their teeth grind the grains, but their faces don't contort

Perplexed, I am unable to breathe in their skin

We are all vertebrates but where is their backbone now?

As the emperor watches his numbers plummet

They hear him scream

"They're living in denial of science

They're happy to defile, silence"

Deprived is the polar bear, grasping at straws

To safeguard dividends they depend on disbelief

Perplexed I am unable to breathe in their skin

We are all vertebrates but where is their backbone now?