Show I This Is the sort of weather that fools I the poet The sun comeS out and he j begins to herald the approach of spring Before he gets fairly started upon the second line the snow begins to fly and he gazes out of the window and sees a blizzard in full blast It Is enough to discourage him One line tells how the gentle zephyrs blow end the next describes the driving snow In one the lambkins skip and play and then the sky grows dull I and gray No sooner does the flowers flow-ers bloom than a chilly blast sweens through the room He feeds the sunshine sun-shine to his soul upon the grate he piles more coal then wonders what the reason Is he cant tell what the season sea-son is |