Classic Poem

Hi, Nature! Here's a word or two,
Flirtatious Dame, I'd have with you
Anent the way you twist and tack
About the patient Almanac,
And disarrange the Zodiac.

On Monday it was winter drear;
On Tuesday all the atmosphere
Betokened spring, and Wednesday morn,
In minor key, and quite forlorn,
We got a note from autumn's horn.

On Thursday there was summer glow
In sundry breezes that did blow
Across the fields, yet Friday noon
Until the rising of the moon
Once more old winter sang his tune.

On Saturday 'twas spring again,
And I took out my fountain-pen
To write about the vernal pink,
But ere I had a chance to think
Back winter came and froze my ink!

Now truly, Madame, I feel hurt
To note how giddily you flirt!
Pray have you heard—or haven't you?—
That ancient proverb tried and true
About the old love and the new?