It's winter so they sayThere's no more summer play
Too cold to eat sorbet
Or picnic and buffet
Yet still there is a plus
Or two I might discuss
There is no need to fuss
Just let me put it thus
The ticks don't like the cold
And flies are gone I'm told
The lawn is quite controlled
So summer's oversold
Now please don't get me wrong
I love the summer throng
The birds and their sweet song
But winter isn't wrong
