I hear talk about El Nino,
Pray tell me, who is he
That even in this month of November
Is causing me such misery?
Why, I can’t remember
A November that was so hot
For usually this is cooling down time
But we’re still in the pot.
I heard about his sister,
El Nino’s sister, I mean,
And it appears she isn’t nearly as bad;
El Nino is a scream!
Who is this El Nino?
I would truly like to know
And tell me who gives him the right
To torture me so.
Why is November so hot?
That is my question
And the answer comes, ask El Nino,
El Nino is the problem.
It’s not I’m not grateful
For a hurricane-less season
But they also say that for this occurrence
El Nino is the reason.
So, El Nino I thank you
That there were no storms
But cud-dear, as any Bajan would say,
It is definitely too warm.
You are sucking my life
And making me very languid
And I constantly reflect on my life
To find out what I did.
Is this a consequence
Of something that man did?
I mean like messing with the weather
Or something real big?
Blame the fossil fuels
And the carbon dioxide,
The atmosphere is saturated, they say
And earth is getting fried.
Tell me, is it really true
There is no end in sight
And that December could be as hot
Even in the night?
Tell me it’s my imagination
And not really true
Or at least tell me there’s something
That I can do.
Another month like this
Could take a man’s life
Especially if that man is up in years
Experiencing other strife.
I don’t need to spell it out
Seniors know what I mean
Especially those in the seventies or more
That can only dream.
I asked Ziggy this morning
What’s to be expected
And it was a temperature of 89 degrees
That Ziggy projected.
Please my dear El Nino
I am begging for some ease
Or at the very least cool down the heat
By sending some breeze.
Stewart Russell © November 8, 2026
