The Spoonbill Generator

When the mercury plunges to ungodly lows [Karin]

'Tis then that I'm wont to unendingly doze [F]

I fruitlessly try to warm up my toes [Karin]

But nothing can thaw my blue frozen nose [F]

When the mercury soars as high as the sun [Karin]

'Tis then that I sunburn until I'm well-done [F]

I fruitlessly try to cool down my buns [Karin]

But they still look spanked by barbaric Huns [F]