Welll within this heart of mine
Lives a hermit - part time.
I pull him out and make him go,
'Though I have to pull his toe.
In the winter, he hides and holds me
Down, down, down to the ground.
He won't let me out, though I shout,
And say, 'I want to be free.'
The hermit within wants to stay in,
But in the spring he will not often win.
For the social girl I am, loves the spring
And during summer, expects everything.
So I put the hermit away so I can go play
And love the summer and it's happy day.
So then sleeps the hermit who pulls me down,
For I am the winner and go about town.
Yet in the fall the hermit arouses
And tries to make me stay in houses.
You don't feel so well, he tells me then
And I don't listen and have lots to do.
So the hermit within is overridden
And I am not yet in my winter prison;
But, the hermit lurks around and stays down
While I finish my Autumn projects.
Then soon again, as much as he pleases,
Shoves me inside and with sleep he teases.
A little insomnia and a punch or sharp pin
And I am his prisoner once again.
The hermit wins when he keeps me awak
So I can rest for his own sake.
He makes me tired and he makes me pain,
So I will rest in my bed once again.
Come spring! Come!