Now summer to me is a wonderful thing,
While the winter I find hard to stand;
And fall isn’t bad–I could even stand spring
Were it not for the month now at hand.
For March is the month that gets under my hair,
For It’s summer–then winter and sneeze;
And I never could stand for the versatile guy
Who was trying to be the whole cheese.
by Ray Romine Thursday, March 23, 1933
