Immune
When you’re muffled to the chin and
You wear flannel next the skin and
‘Spite of all, the frost creeps in and
Gets you, Winter’s nearly due;
And, in snuffling citizens, a
Fierce attack of influenza
Wakes a wild, insane cadenza
With the burden ‘Ar-tish-ooO!!’
Then a sight that sends me crazy
In these chilly days and hazy,
Is to see defiant Daisy
Tripping blithesomely and bold
In a blouse that’s simply shocking
And a flimsy silken stocking,
All the ills of Winter mocking.
Does she ever catch a cold?
