The Winters are so short - I'm hardly justified In sending all the Birds away - And moving into Pod - Myself - for scarcely settled - The Phebes have begun - And then - it's time to strike my Tent - And open House - again -
It's mostly, interruptions - My Summer - is despoiled - Because there was a Winter - once - And all the Cattle - starved -
And so there was a Deluge - And swept the World away - But Ararat's a Legend - now - And no one credits Noah.
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