THE WEATHER FIEND.

Of the weather

Ask us whether

We enjoy it thus and thus;

If it suits us,

What it boots us,

If it matters much to us.

When it’s raining,

Come complaining

That “it’s muddy out today.”

It will please us

And will ease us

Of the thing we’d like to say.

When a blizzard

Like a lizard

Wriggles up and down your spine,

Don’t be fool-like,

Just keep cool, like

All green “pickles” on the vine.

If it’s cold out,

Don’t be sold out

When you tell somebody so

If he says he

’S melting as he

Gently mops his frigid brow.

If it’s snowing,

With a knowing

Wink within your “weather eye”

It is sound to

Say, “We’re bound to

Have some sleighing by and by.”

If we shiver

When your clever

Tongue remarks “it’s hot as ’ile,”

It’s because of

Those old saws of

Weather that you always file.

We can stand it—

Yes, demand it,

That you be a weather bore,

For we never

Heard such clever

Originality before.