'Twas the last day of Winter
And all through the town
People were expiring
And their skin, turning brown
For in some hidden place
Where only God knows for sure
Is a hidden thermostat
With its settings a blur
For its moving so fast
In the upward direction
That we skipped right past Spring
Which is beyond comprehension!
So whoever is controlling
The thermostat's remote
Needs to turn it back down
To start on a cool note
Tomorrow is the first day to
Give us a chance for a refreshing Spring;
There will be plenty of Summer days
When the high temps can sing