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Show Rippling' Rhymes By WAIT MASON HOT ENOUGH? Replying to a million Jays, my dulcet voice I hereby raise, and I admit though not with glee that It is hot enough for mo I meet these Jays at every turn; they watch me sizzle, scorch and burn, and they behold a wilted bard reduced to streams of melted lard, and they In-julre, tne whole blamed crow, "Well. Is It hot enough for you?" And I assure them as I flee that It Is hot enough for me I've always been a bear for heat, I don t tuppose you'll over meet a gent so madly fond of sweat arid sunstrokes are my one best bet Death Vallt my native place, and on that desert's burning fare l used to play, when bul a child, sth rattlesnakes and all things wild And there I learned to love the heat, and look upon It as a treat. And In tho stoke-hold of a ship 1 shoveled coal one ocean trip, and gloried in the ardent heat, as I danced around on smoking feet Hut I admit, and I allow, I'vo had enough ofj warmth Juit now. I do It hoping that the Jays who weave around me all my days will can that query, mouldy-blue "Well, Is It hot enough for you?" |