Arctic terns have no sense of humor. When an observer, crazed from living among fowl for 14 weeks, begins yelling humorous sayings at them, they just continue to stare. “As the World Terns!” the observer might say. Or “To everything—tern, tern, tern!,” wittily substituting the word “tern” for “turn.” “There is a season—tern, tern, tern!” Because it’s ironic, just like divorce. And it’s sung by the Byrds—hah! But terns don’t get it.
This article is, like, half funny. Worth a read, though.