Gather ‘round British chums and “let’s talk about the weather”
It crosses classes, rivals sport, brings us all together.
The last few days have seen it all, records have been broken
Even climate change sceptics, from their slumber, have been awoken.

The hottest ever day in British history – it was Cambridge that saw the high
As hail stones the size of golf balls pounded down from the Yorkshire sky.
Flooding of biblical proportions, near Manchester, and the risk of a bursting dam
Yet we have a draught across the country and a paradoxical hose pipe ban.

Never before have we seen such behavioural contradiction
Cutting plastic and recycling is our new environmental conviction
But we still love to fly, we still love to have our choices
We want ever more, whilst preaching “save the planet” with pious voices.

Flowers from Kenya, chilis from Mexico, lamb from New Zealand
Apples from South Africa, prawns from China – the air miles they are reeling
But our angst of global strife is beaten by our lust for stuff
Like a sugar addiction, never satisfied, we never have enough.

Prince Harry and numerous global celebrities gathered in Sicily this week
Bare footed and full of good intention, a solution to climate change to seek.
Yet they arrived by private jets, super yachts and fast cars with their messages political
But they became the story with their hubris and their behaviour hypocritical.

There will be more wild weather, more disasters, they’ll be common place you’ll see
Unless we grasp the nettle, cut consumption; not just you, but me.
So when the rain’s torrential or you’re baking in the ever hotter sun
We know the cause, we know the answers, we know what must be done.