The amount of the black, the amount of
the brown –
You’re the greatest at weather forecasting in town
When the upcoming winter’s the issue.
But it seems to me, cute woolly bear
You’re turning me into a cold-blooded killer.
(I confess, though, I won’t need a tissue.)
Cuz in spite of the debt which to
you-all is owed,
You about send us weaving all over the road
In order to try and not squish you.
You’re so smart you can tell us how
winter will be,
But not smart enough speeding autos to see…
Well…it’s awfully good luck that I wish you.
—A. A. Mouse