At the bottom of our world, lies ice and snow,
A place so cold, that no bananas would grow.
Emperor penguins huddle, to beat the chill,
And for the whales food, there is only the krill.
It was first explored, in a time long ago,
But now we have found it, and so now we know.
It's against natures will, but humans live there,
We are not native, and big coats we must wear.
Some plants do grow, but are far and few between,
So only one percent, is the colour green.
Although these challenges, must be overcome,
This wintery world is indeed, home to some.
That is the story of the worlds Southern pole,
It's the milk left, at the bottom of the bowl.
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 8:51 PM UTC
At the bottom of our world, lies ice and snow,
A place so cold, that no bananas would grow.
Emperor penguins huddle, to beat the chill,
And for the whales food, there is only the krill.
It was first explored, in a time long ago,
But now we have found it, and so now we know.
It's against natures will, but humans live there,
We are not native, and big coats we must wear.
Some plants do grow, but are far and few between,
So only one percent, is the colour green.
Although these challenges, must be overcome,
This wintery world is indeed, home to some.
That is the story of the worlds Southern pole,
It's the milk left, at the bottom of the bowl.
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