Adapt

If we adapt to climes unkind
Our blood will thicken, thin or bind
Depending on where we do settle.
So look ahead or fall behind.

To bind we must be in fine fettle;
This pass will surely test our mettle.
Blood will have blood so be ye hardy
And bang the pots and ring the kettle.

We’ll forage, hunt – I guarantee
There’s game enough, so sing with me:
Tonight we throw a Donner party!
Tonight we throw a Donner party!

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