A January Thaw

O GREAT Canadian winter,
King Frost and Ice and Snow,
Your sceptre's but a splinter,
Your robes are all aflow.
You that were bright and bracing
Now all collapsed and raw
Confess defeat when facing
A January thaw.

Approach! our latest rubbers!
Depart! our overshoes!
Aye! scoff, ye southern lubbers
Our sealskins we refuse.
Umbrellas wave defiant
From every shivering paw
That shakes to meet the giant —
The January thaw.

Where does the snow-shoe wander?
Where does the skater glide?
And is that ruin yonder
Our best toboggan slide?
Ah! let the street-car hide us
Upholstered deep in straw,
Ere destiny o'er-ride us —
The January thaw.

My vertebrae are melting,
I nurse a wild catarrh,
The rain without is pelting —
How hopeless sleigh-rides are!
Does Kate, I wonder whether,
Feel stupid as a daw —
All underneath the weather —
The January thaw?
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