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.”