THOUGHTS THOUGHT ON HEARIN’ FOLKS FIND FAULT WITH THE WEATHER

I love cold winter weather with the snow

A-driftin’ on the walks I hast to clear,

And frost a-bitin’ nose and cheek and ear,

With the thermometer “away below.”

I also love the summer when it's so

Red-hot that clothes next to you all “adhere”

And everybody's frantic, pretty near,

And sayin’ things that hot folks dost, you know?

I love both seasons, but I wish I could

Enjoy them whilst they're with us, for, you see,

It's winter when the summer seem'st so good,

And summer when the winter pleases me.

But, somehow, I have never understood

Why either of them whilst it's here's “n. g.”