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 –