Our pal mocks the new ritual of the Holy Warming Church in verse form:

On Changing Light Bulbs On a Snowy Evening
Whose rooms these are I think I know,
His lights are incandescent though.
He will not see me stopping here,
Changing bulbs, turning furnace low.

My pal Al Gore gives up a cheer,
As I stop to change the light bulbs here,
Between the woods and frozen lake,
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his brilliant head a shake,
And says there can be no mistake.
The science we have, we resolve to keep,
We do this work for mankind?s sake.

Mercury is lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And bulbs to change before I sleep,
And bulbs to change before I sleep.