Why do I only dream of summer
When snow covers the ground?
Why do I only long for spring buds
When the first fallen leaf is found?

Why, while I lie in the sweltering heat
Do my thoughts turn to crisp candy canes, oh so sweet?

I can only enjoy the season
That is opposite to mine own;
If I am in warmth I am boiling,
If cold, I am chilled to the bone.