The Walrus and the Carpenter

Not plagerism

The walrus used to find it nice
to spend their summers on the ice
but not so nice this year they felt,
as all the ice contrived to melt,
and they were forced to reconvene
on land with no space in between,
to loll and fight and contemplate
the broader question of their fate.
But none among them made the link
that humans put them on the brink,

and even wise men must allow

that only Christ can save them now