MARCH 10, 1972
Spring Blues
As I stood at River and Rand,
'Midst snow and slush and slop,
I knew that spring was near at hand,
And winter would get a karate chop.
We had days of 15 below,
And it snowed too little to ski.
The river froze up and couldn't flow,
And the howling winds chilled little old me.
But soon the tulip will show its head;
The grass will turn green and grow.
My father will tell me to remove the lead,
To rake the lawn and mow.
I guess that winter isn't so bad;
Yard work is not for me.
'Think I'll go home to my little pad,
And pray for temperatures around minus three.