Blowing the lid off of winter
Guess what happened the other day?
I put my beret away.
My beret is made of wool.
But now the weather isn’t cool.
In winter I wore it.
So now, my dears, I shall store it.
It’s charcoal in hue.
I actually own two.
‘Coz just one beret gets frayed.
They are foreign made.
But – brrrrrr – came a day I call the Winter Bummer.
You know, the opposite of Indian Summer.
I got into the boxes, past the scarves and sweaters
'Coz I knew that wool beret would make me feel better.
It’s spring – but the weather is freezey.
Oh! Everthing is off kilter!
Did I even once this winter change the furnace filter?
How can you say that winter is o’er?
When I am once more starting up the snow blower?
And which one of you dast say it is my fault
For me to keep close all the sidewalk salt?
And, like Patrick Henry, I declare, “I’d rather be dead!
Than to hang up in the attic my little red sled!!!”
So out came my beret.
It’s on my head to stay!
It has found a permanent home
On my filled-with-crazy-ideas dome.
Great, just great, now what have I done
My head is itchy – and there, finally, is the sun!
Just as there’s Father Time, there’s Old Man Winter, too.
And also, the Nymphette of Spring named Sue.
She hovers over the globe
In a terrycloth robe.
She said, “Don’t fret” only her ‘fret’ sounded like"fray,"
“For I have the solution to all your problems beret…”
“The wool is out – yes – but what you could have boughten
Is a rasperry beret made of 100% cotton.”
She slipped me a sawbuck. “Go buy one, ok ay, kid?”
“I will” I said, and by the time you read this, I did.
