Good At All Seasons

O winter girl, O summer girl,

     Which do I like the better?

I cannot tell for you are both

     Perfection to the letter.

When you are bundled up in furs

     There is a charm about you;

When you are drest in peekaboos

     I cannot live without you.

Some bards prefer the winter maid,

     And some prefer the summer;

O be the season hot or cold

     You are a welcome comer!

You of the summer seaside fame

     Or you of fur and feather;

You’re sweet enough at either time,

     But sweeter all together.

Feb. 15, 1904