I rhyme and I dance and I pun!
I knock on the pane with my knuckle—
For here is the Sun!
What portents of pleasure I fancy
Return with these bright sunny rays!
What visions of lazing I can see,
Of languorous, sweet Summer days;
Of yachting and sea-side diversions,
And getting as brown as a bun:
Of rambles and Alpine excursions—