I don’t envy the flowers,
thinking that Spring is almost here;
they pop their little heads out,
and think they’ve nothing to fear;
but, it’s too early to sunbathe,
Winter hasn’t yet gone;
and how can it be a Summer
if, on one day, the Sun, it shone.
.
Keep your warmest clothes on,
keep out of the cold Easterly breeze,
and shelter for the moment,
it’s much too soon, ‘You’ll freeze!’