Oh, warm weather, what a tempting mistress you are

Teasing all humanity with your grace

Making me think of, as Nat King Cole once said

Soda, and pretzels, and beer

Oh, warm weather, come hither

I await the sun on my face

Though I will thwart those rays

With SPF 15 at minimum

Warm weather, my love

Permit me to go camping

Or perhaps to just sit on my deck

And read a book

Warm weather, with your appear

Radio folk scatter to the streets

To do silly and fun things

While pretending it's work

Warm weather, will you stay

Around for a few months

And let us have nary a day of chill

Until late September or so, when I wouldn't mind so much