the wee hours look like either
sunrise or sunset
is upon us, and
either way, it's true
There was a fussy man from Helsinki
who loved his town wasn't dirty or stinky,
but covered in snow
and twenty below
the place is pristine, but also quite inky.
There was a hardy man from Finland
who wanted to move further inland,
but sallying forth
meant moving more north,
and he feared he’d wrap into Japan.