Her Coat

From The Topeka State Journal, December 18, 1912.
 

 When winter to the leafless world
     His coming still delays,
 She watches the thermometer
     With eager wistful gaze;
 And half a dozen times an hour
     She wishes she could go
 Where zero juggles with the bulb,
     And all is frozen snow.
 

 She reads the weather man’s report,
     And jumps for joy one day
 Because at last a frigid wave
     Is somewhere on the way.
 No, she is not an Eskimo
     From polar lands remote,
 She only wants it cold enough
     To wear her new fur coat.