The Man Who Likes The Weather

They’s men at’s allus findin’ fault,

     Furever they’re complainin’;

A-findin’ fault on pleasant days

     Becuz it ain’t a-rainin’.

An’ then they’ll turn an’ swear becuz

     It rains two days turgether;

But give tur me the happy chap

Who likes all kind of weather.

Yew take a man ‘at never kicks

     In sunshine or in showers,

An’ he’s the man ‘at we kin trust

     With everything ‘at’s ours.

He loves the world, the world loves him,

     They git on well turgether;

An’ good ol’ age smiles on the soul

     Who allus likes the weather.

Sept. 30, ‘98