Ninety-nine In The Shade

Oh for a lodgc In a garden of cucumbers ' Oh for an iceberg two at control ! Oh for a vale which at midday the dew cambera ! Oh for a pleasurc trip up to the Polc ! Oh for a Uttle one-story thermometer, With nothing but Zuros all rauged Ín a row ! Oh for a big double-barrelcd hydrometor, To jik:isiiic tlie molsture that rolls from my brow ! Oh tliat this cold world were twenty times eolder ! (That's irony red hot, it seemeth to me), Oh for a turu of its dreaded cold shoukler ! Olí what a comfort an agüe vvould be ! Oh for a groUo to tipify heaven, Scooped Id the rock ander cataract vast! Olí for a winter of iliscontent, even ! OH for wet bktnkcts judiciously cast ! Olí Cor 11 soda fount spouting up boldly From ov.n-y hot lamp post agiiust the hot sky ! Oh for a proud muiden to look on mccoldly Freczlug my soul with a glance of her eye! Theu oh for .1 drangbt frora a cup of "cold ]iizcii " And. oh for a resting place in the cold grave ! Wlth a bath in the Styx, where the thick uliadovv Hoh on And deepens the chili of lts dark running travel