A cold August morning,
And I think this is so very tiring,
Who is stealing our August heat?
This is so maddening!
Sometimes the wind echoes of snowing,
On a cold December morning,
And the wind cried, "No autumn this year."
So mad!
Where is global warming?
Global cooling, I think!
So sad!
Now I think its time for a warming breakfast,
Serve me up some Cream O' Wheat!
And toast I think!
Some warm green tea too,
On a cold August morning.
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