I do believe this heat might kill me yet.
Though summer is for some the perfect time,
I would as soon the summer just forget.
The autumn or the spring? A better bet –
Both seasons bless my soul with temperate clime.
I do believe this heat might kill me yet.
Of winters, I have only one regret:
I failed to love them fully in my prime.
I would as soon the summer just forget.
I swear today before the sun has set
I'll perish (not because of any crime) –
I do believe this heat might kill me yet.
The air's insanely hot and soaking wet;
I curse old Mother Nature's paradigm.
I would as soon the summer just forget,
For I am covered head-to-toe in sweat,
Too irritated now to find a rhyme.
I do believe this heat might kill me yet;
I would as soon the summer just forget.