原始歌词 (English)
It's never fair weather
I do not like the winter wind
That whistles from the North.
My upper teeth and those beneath,
They jitter back and forth.
Oh, some are hanged, and some are skinned,
And others face the winter wind.
I do not like the summer sun
That scorches the horizon.
Though some delight in Fahrenheit,
To me it's deadly poison.
I think that life would be more fun
Without the simmering summer sun.
I do not like the signs of spring,
The fever and the chills,
The icy mud, the puny bud,
The frozen daffodils.
Let other poets gaily sing;
I do not like the signs of spring.
I do not like the foggy fall
That strips the maples bare;
The radiator's mating call,
The dank, rheumatic air;
I fear that taken in all,
I do not like the foggy fall.
The winter's sun, of course, is kind,
And summer's wind is a savior,
And I'll merrily sing of fall and spring
When they're on their good behavior.
But otherwise I see no reason
To speak in praise of any season.