To grumble at the weather is nought but folly.
Then heigh ho! The holly!
This life is most jolly.
(An interval of six hours is supposed to elapse.)
Freeze! Freeze! The wind does blow!
I’m “Boycotted” by the snow,
I search and search in vain
For cab, or bus, or train.
Miles off is home—and worse,
I’ve no coin in my purse!