Now climate is a wondrous thing, Chaotic through and through. So, forecasts face a fatal sting, For forecasts can’t come true. Chaotic systems hold a curse That forecasters must hide. For while their trade may fill their purse, Their forecasts will fall wide. Try to debate, you’ll face a fate. Blind faith can be denied. Deniers though will face pure Hate, And will be swept aside. Yet climate is a complex thing, Chaotic through and through. Deceivers face a fatal sting, When doubts are proven true!