Out under Eagle Mountain,
where ice lies broad and bright --
don't imagine I dreamed this! --
some Danes made camp last night.

Today they crawled from their covers
to cook a breakfast buffet
and soon they were gobbling and guzzling
and gulping and slurping away.

Facts on that far-off glacier
are few and hard to obtain.
I doubt that the Danes will bring us
data a bit germane.