Man, The Kicker

In winter, when the cold winds blow, Man kicks. He doesn't llke the Ice and snow, He liates to see the mercury go Tozero; if t falls below He kicks. Oh, how he kicks! In nimmer, when the sizzards sizz. Man kicks. He groans; "Oh, Lord, how how hot lt Is I" As if no misery equalled nis. Then, as he wipes hls streaming phiz He kicks, Oh, howhe kicks! And so lt is. lf cold or hot. Man kicks. He's neverpleased with what he's got, But growls and fumes, aud swears a lot, And whether itisright or not He kicks, Oh, howhe kicks!