Ninety-nine In The Shade

Oh tor a loare in ft garaen 01 cucumuerBi Oh lor un iceberg or two at control I Oh for a vule whioh at midday the dew eumben I Oh for a pleasnre trip up to the Pole I Oh for a littlo one-story thermometer, With nothing but Zeroe all rnnged in a row ! Oh for a big double-barreled hygromcter, To ineaaurp thu moiature that rolla froni my brow, Oh that this oold world were twenty timo colder I ( rhnt'a irony red hot it sermeth to me), Oh for a turn of its dreadtul cold shouMer I Oh what u comfoït an ngue would be ; Oh for a giotto to typify heaven, Scooped in tho rock under cataract vat I Oh for a winter of discontpnt oven 1 Oh for wet blankets judicioualy cast. Oh for u soda fount spoutinff ip boldly Froru every hot lamp post aguinst the hot aky I Oh for proud inaiden look 011 me coldly , Freezing my soul with a ghince of her eye I Thon oh for a drauht from a cup of ' cold pien ! " And oh for a resting place in the cold grave ! With a bath in the 8tyx, whero the thick shadow he on, And itaenena the cliill of it dark runnine wave I