On the Galapagos Isles

On the Galapagos Isles

(Sung to the tune of  “Under the Mango Tree”)

Under the frozen maple tree
An iguana longs for heat...
Under the spreading maple tree
An iguana has frozen feet.

Peanuts, and pumpkin, and pecan pie,
Apples, and walnuts, and cherry pie,
When I get warmer then I will tell...
If they are as good as they smell.

Under the frozen maple tree
A lonely iguana cries,
Under the frozen maple tree
Tears turn to frosty eyes.

Feathers, blue feet, and shiny beak,
A blue footed booby, can she speak?
"Come to the Isles where the wind is warm--
Much better temp for your form!"

Under the frozen maple tree
The iguana's heart is hot...
Under the frozen maple tree
A friend's love warms the spot.

(C) January 09, 2003, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.

*written for Anita Cooper (the blue-footed boobie) as a part of our playful banter over going to the Galapagos together… I am the Iguana 

**I am in Frostburg, MD during a very cold and snowy winter. Anita is in St. David, Arizona teasing me about he much warmer climate.