June 1: Winter's here ...

It’s winter time, it’s here once more, when the weather comes I hate

I hate the cold, I hate the wet, and winter is not my mate

When I leave my home at six o’clock it’s dark and boy it’s cold

And each winter it gets worse, and worse as I get old

I look upon the bright side as I venture out into the dark

Only six months til the summer, and more cricket in the park

But for now I have to wait it out, and wear my gloves and scarf
When I set out for work so early, as the kookaburra’s laugh

I think next year I’ll move up north, sun and surf I’ll watch

Not to mention bronzed young ladies, as I sip upon my scotch

I’m dreaming though, the bride she says, like a dog chasing a bus

But what I might do if I caught it, right here I can’t discuss

Through the frost I drag my feet, frozen to the core

Can I take another winter, can I take one more

I dream of skies so blue and clear, and of summer belting down

And as long as I have air conditioning, my face won't wear a frown