Adaptation

Lizards lounge in tropic climes;
Snakes live where it sizzles.
A human, on the other hand,
In heat like this, just fizzles.

Camels trek across the sands;
Vultures search for carrion.
To people, though, this weather seems
A trifle adversarian.

Genetically, we aren’t meant
For temps that reach a boil.
Just stepping out of doors today
Makes one want to recoil.

Perhaps as global warming spreads,
Our skins will grow much thicker;
But ‘til that time, indoors is fine
For this hot city slicker.