Cooling myself in a puddle of sweat,
Hot were like Cold, I'd be fogged in my breath,
Catching the spirit, my thoughts take a ride,
Could it be fun to have switched these two climes?
Building an igloo of summer-baked leaves,
Riding a sun-sled on scorching hot streets,
Rolling a sun-man of shimmering rays,
Picking his nose out of carrot-red clay.
Tying my scarf to keep sun-chills at bay,
Mittens, apropos for record-high days,
Mittens, apropos for record-high days,
Blowing my hands, chasing heat-waves away,
Let's throw some sunballs, a great game to play!
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