-= TomFoolery =-

In this, the winter of our discontent,

The rains came,

And away were our stale pleasures swept,

In this, the winter of our discontent,

The winds came,

And outward were our hope and faith kept,

In this, the winter of our discontent,

The sun came,

And, in brevity, gave rise to life anew

In this, the winter of our discontent,

This only son fell,

And, in levity, gave way to life misspent

In this, the winter of our discontent.