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Poets may proclaim the praises / Of some fragrant April day, / Search their lexicons for phrases / To describe the dew-drenched daisies / Of each merry May; / Minor bards may work like niggers, / Framing epic rhyme or rune, / To extol the timely rigours / Of an English June; / Though its charms I well remember, / I prefer November!
Though the tourists sing together / When July is warm and bright, / While to sportsmen on the heather, / Bent on bagging fur and feather, / August brings delight; / Though September's seldom stormy, / And October, chill and dry, / Carries joy to every Dormy- / House from Wick to Rye; / Yet (since I am not a member) / I prefer November!
In the street the slime may spatter / Ev'ry wretched passer-by; / Hail and sleet and snow may batter / On my window-pane -- what matter? / What on earth care I? / Other months may be less muddy, / Or a fairer face present; / In my cheerful firelit study / I am quite content! / Seated by the glowing ember, / I prefer November!