‘Tis time to say our farewell
To icy cold and wintry hell
To all the piles of drifting snow
And all the frozen mud below
Goodbye to frosted trowels
So long to ice-filled barrows
Adieu to mason's tools which
Go with Ivan Denisovich.
Greetings to this warm weather
Which soon we hope is here -or whether-
We must endure another season
Of cold for no apparent reason.
For sometimes it is a mason’s fate
That Spring shows up a little late
Can I work? Yes or no?
Not if we get another snow.
We offer Spring this benediction
While winter gets a valediction
For only block made from snow
Make igloos for an Eskimo.