Show I nor J3BOPA One touch of nature mattes the world akin The rich the poor all tread the selfsame path This weather calls the saint and sinner in And gives us all a red hot Turkish bath Old mercuryhung on a wall in the shade t And declared that the weather was tine For weather much cooler his audience prayed While lie sang of the Ninety and NiKe He sat himself down with a pale languid air And ordered a claret punch But he swore like a pirate and tore his hair When the straws came one in a bunch Aman who can manage to sit in the shade And watch his thermometer try Without one fond wish for a pink lemonade Must be awfully withered and dry Theman In the tower had hotter take care The people are planning his late Theyll lessen his power and shorten his fare I If ho warms them above 08 with the skirt is walsted t The girl too to flirt Shes the warmest of summer pretenders 5 Shed be more at ease and enjoy more tha i breeze Ii 1 If shed oniy take oft those suspenders S I |