When the gales of November come tardy

The legend lives on from Oneida Street down

of the season they call dark and gloomy.

The wind, it is said, whips the hair round your head,

makes you hack with a cough deep and rheumy.

But, once a blue moon there’s a sweet afternoon

that feels sunny and warm like a party.

Then out come the shorts and the fun summer sports

When the gales of November come tardy.

 

You can’t stay inside when the summer sun bides

on a mid autumn day in Wisconsin

Lace the shoes up and jog, walk those super cute dogs

Light some charcoal, grill burgers well seasoned

Take the lap top outside and the bike for a ride

Tell you boss it’s a half-day, you’ve reasoned.

And later at night, stroll around by moonlight

Could it be the south wind you’re feelin’?

 

From your musty front hall, grab your clubs, make a call

tee it up on a green golf cathedral.

You know it’s no crime to swing 29 times

and lose most of your balls in the water.

The legend lives on from Oneida Street down

of that mid-autumn Midwestern party.

The forecast no doubt drew the people all out

When the gales of November came tardy.