All Kinds Of Weather

In all kinds of weather I see you take my measure Just as if I were not there. There must be some way around all that, But, of course, I haven’t found it yet. No, I haven’t got a clue, Not even a stick to stir it with, but It doesn’t matter much from minute to minute Now that times are bad— Anyway, it’s Saturday night again And there’s no one else around. I’ve always found it easy to be alone If I just stay at home With my pistol cocked and britches on And never offer any resistancc To the higher Law that’s seldom blind or balanced. Oh the charm of alarms in my soul, When it goes, never goes off only slightly! So at the start of flu season such as this, We watch the rusty weather vane And are all pretty much alone And are all alike on a nervous track, On the nervous lookout For anyone who might sneeze or cough Or touch us or laugh and force us to decode them Before we end up in jail with their twins or worse. rcs Created on 10/31/2009 8:52 PM