'Tis not the least use to go out!
But let the weather be foul or fair,
I'll sit and smile in my Easy Chair!
The morning's uncertain and hazy—
I can't be quite sure of the time—
I'm feeling exhausted and lazy,
Not equal to reason or rhyme!
While streets still are muddy and sloppy,
While bitter the easterly breeze,
I'll maunder and nod like a poppy,