Across the sea among the trees
There lies the bane of every freeze.
The summer sun, the balmy air,
Demise of winter season bear.
Here on this lovely island warm
There dwells of bees an ample swarm.
And I, my own skin for to save
Shall jump into the nearest wave.
Although I would for aye here dwell
I do not feel completely well.
Perhaps it is the ocean breeze,
For every now and then I sneeze.