Day after day they told me,

shaking their head and pursing their mouth,

with frowns on their faces they'd tell me,

"The whole world is going south."


And I suppose by "south" they meant "down."

Every year not quite as good as the former...

Yes, I'm sure when they said "south" they meant "down"...

Yet I'd always reply, "Well, at least in the South it is warmer!"

The End

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