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T’is the silly season. Time to celebrate larrikins-a-leaping, maids-a-milking, hounds-a-hunting, geese a-gabbling, progressives-a-plotting and the mysteries of our Earth Climate System in song. (Tune:Twelve Days of Christmas).
On the first day of extreme-weather,
An angel sent to me
A message from Jehovah and a super-Nova,
And a Paltridge in a pear tree.
On the second day of weird-weather,
A warmist sent to me
A big Brown bag of Carbon Con,
And two alarmists from the IPCC.
On the third day of preaching Gaia to the masses,
A warmist sent to me
And three alarmists in a peer-tree.
On the fourth day of whatever-the-weather,
A Climate Code Red sent to me
One Milne-a-moaning,
And some Greens on an Arctic spree.
On the fifth day of extreme-weather,
A warmist sent to me
And five galahs in a Hercules for thee.
On the sixth day of Climategate,
A warmist sent to me
Another trick: a hockey stick,
And The First Nobel for the IPCC.
On the seventh day of bird-braining,
Greenpeace sent to me
A video from Mr Claus – but not about the pause,
And seven alarmists in a peer-tree.
On the eighth day of nullius in verba,
An angel sent to me
A Christmas greeting and a secret meeting,
And eight Fellows from the Royal Society.
On the ninth day of EU carbon-backloading,
A warmist sent to me
Some Newspeak and a silly tweet,
And nine alarmists in a tee-pee.
On the tenth day of Warsaw-waffle,
A warmist sent to me
And ten alarmists from the IPCC .
On the eleventh day of psycho-babble,
A warmist sent to me
An “inconvenient truth teller” and a snake-oil seller,
And eleven alarmists in a peer-tree.
On the twelfth day of whatever-the-weather,
A warmist sent to me
And twelve alarmists now all at sea.
Michael Kile
December, 2013
