Oh! Land of cold
with glaciers old
where grown men freeze to death.
Thy seas so high
take me where I
can always see my breath.
ANARCTICA, ANARCTICA!
Thine ice storms are the worst!
where polar bears will make us theres
if whales dont eat us first.

copyrighted by the penguin army 2002
sung to the tune america the beautiful.
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