Sangbog for sønner af norge: II tekstutgave by Carsten Woll (Minneapolis, Minn: Sønner af norges forlag, 1927).


THE CLIMATE

1. We sing of the polar bear fearless and bold.
He never feels hot and he never feels cold,
Because where he lives summer never occurs,
And the rest of the year he wears plenty of furs.
Toora lee, toora lay,
And the rest of the year he wears plenty of furs.

2. The crocodile lives in the tropical belt
And neither the cold nor the heat ever felt,
Because in the winter his summers begin,
And the rest of the year he wears crocodile skin.
Toora lee, toora lay,
And the rest of the year he wears crocodile skin.

3. Now we poor unfortunates live in a clime
That calls for at least three full suits at a time:
A thick one and thin one for days cold and hot
And a mediumweight for the days that are not.
Toora lee, toora lay,
And a mediumweight for the days that are not.


[I don't know whether there are more verses. I can't see any, but Google Books allows only snippet views of this book.]