I Raise My Claw To A Migration Law!

So now that the crummy cold weather is mostly, if not fully, through there is a new law the cat thinks should come due. Every year when winter arrives all should be given free airfare some place warm so everyone survives.

The first sign of cold,
All should join the fold.
Go to sands of gold,
So snow never takes hold.

Here is your free ticket.
You can even pick it.
Then stay for free,
At a place by the sea.

All set up for you,
Near the ocean so blue.
You have all the perks,
They throw in the works.

You just have to work a bit.
Now don't throw a fit.
You beat the cold.
Have to clear away the mold.

Just sweep and clean.
No need to make a scene.
If you can't do that,
Run home like a rat.

Otherwise you stay warm,
Avoid every snow storm,
And rest on a beach,
With a drink in reach.

Then when winter is done,
Home you can run.
A free ticket will be yours,
Provided you've done your chores.

This is the law.
Live by the claw.
You can even bring the pup,
As long as you scoop up.

So join on in.
Get rid of cold at your bin.
Hop a plane to a new shore.
There is plenty there to explore.

No one will know cold again.
All will be warm at their den.
And it will be the end of snow.
Sorry snow ploughs, you gotta go.

Wouldn't that be a great law? It may have a bit of a flaw. But what they heck, could pile people on a ship deck. It may get as crowded as can be but you'll still be warm on the sea. Let's just hope a hurricane does not come to pass. That may put a kink in the law made by my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.