Hot Weather Quatrains

The summer girl is with us now,

     We’re mighty glad she’s near us;

Although we know, as maidens go,

     She’ll do her best to queer us.

The balls in the city are things of the past

     In hot weather they all are called off;

In the country the balls are now holding full sway,

     Say tennis and croquet and golf.

Now doth the busy bumble bee

     Improve his airy wing

By buzzing round the flower beds

     To see whim he can sting.

Old King Coal was a merry old soul

     Because he was scarce and dear;

But old King Ice feels twice as nice

     For he beats King Coal this year,

May 25, ‘06