Dry land I prefer in my inmost soul,
And his tub-like Fram will pitch and roll,
But she's bound at least for a glacial region!
Or stay, to be sure! here's Professor D——r
To cold can consign us untold degrees minus—
There's no need to visit the Northern Pole!
With this decuman "heat-wave" I grow delirious,
And babble a prayer to the Maid who sways
The Weather-department (on working-days)
Of the Daily Graphic—in crazy phrase—