Now my grandfather tells me thet long years ago,
In the old days when men, sir, WERE men,
How it snowed when it snew, and it blowed when it blew,
And no maybe, perhaps, if, or when!
When it started to snow, people holed up, and so
There remained for six months and a day;
For the snow got so deep that the alley and street
Were not found ’til the following May!
How the temperature dropped and it never got stopped—
–It’s a wonder it’s not going yet–
And when spring showed her nose, and it finally ‘rose
Up to zero, they started to sweat!
Now my grandad at figures was never much good–
Subtraction’s his chief mystery;
But where winter’s concerned, he can sure MULTIPLY
Just take it, dear reader, from me.
Grandpap told the truth once or twice in his life,
And it might be he’s telling it now;
But for sweet winter’s sake, I still think he could make
Ananias look foolish, and how!
by Ray Romine Saturday, September 10, 1938
