Some people like Winter.
I'll like the inventor
that comes up a way
to stay warm every day.
Some people like snow.
I'll just never know
why people want ice -
for me it's not nice.
I'll always like June
when we're sweaty by noon
and the ice that you see
will be floating in tea.
So keep all your cold
that makes me feel old
'cause my dreams will soon bring
all the flowers of Spring.