[THOUGHTS THOUGHT WHILST THINKIN’ OF PEARY ON A HOT SUMMER DAY]
O Peary! With the scorchin’ summer here
And everybody payin’ double price
For little weeny, teeny bits of ice,
It dost no longer seem so very queer
That thou shouldst have the bravery to steer
Thy ship up North where it is cool and nice.
I’ll bet you smile whilst thinkin’ thou hast twice