A bit of doggerel from the Bard of the Klondike, introduced to me by my father after a Christmas dinner long ago.
I offer it here as a chuckle, in the face of winter with its icy fingers of death, that we all may live to see another May in Georgia, where the cotton blooms and blows.
Thanks for sharing, Jon. Well read, and a lovely gift for the holidays.
My Dad read this to me too