There are strange things done, when there is no sun, by meteorologists.
They use their PCs, while their fingers freeze, making Wikipedia lists.
In the Northern night, where the snow lies white, as they huddle 'round their 'scopes,
As their lips turn blue, that hardy crew, often speaks of their childhood hopes,
Not to monitor storms, in some place warm, like Bermuda or the Carribee,
But to freeze one's butt, up in Nunavut, just like old Sam McGee.
On editing Wikipedia:
Answerable to everyone; responsible to all; publicity dissected brain cells splattered on the walls of encyclopedic knowledge. May be barbaric but it's fun.
— Ian Anderson, Quizz Kid from Too Old to Rock 'n' Roll: Too Young to Die!
