No clouds at all, winter, spring, summer or fall, Tells the weather watcher no change at all, Cirrus my friend with a fair weather bent, Your swirls, streaks and curls, so very high, when there are just a few of you, goodness is nigh, but when you gaggle in bunches and take and curl your lip to show your ornery sides and swirl in the cold, I am told through the white and cold grey, BLIZZARD! get in doors or receive a frosty reception.