Hang to dry on the biggest barn door;
The banking’s high piled ’gainst the house,
To keep it as snug as a mouse.
Thou wast wisely ordained for man,
For time was much needed, we see,
In which for cold winter to plan,
And prepare for the storms which must be;
So, while few may sing of thy praise,
We will welcome and treasure thy days.
Not all the best things of this grand old earth,