It made Mr. Bull mop, and puff, and perspire;
It filled Mrs. Bull with amazement and ire,
And throttled her poor old pug pup again.
For fires had been lighted and top-coats put on.
When—something amazing occurred in the sun,
And "heat-waves" went wildly cavorting
About our old planet in fashion quite frantic.
The Briton was floored by the wonderful antic.
Played midmost his season of sporting.
"Eh? Ninety degrees in the shade—in September?