When January was slightly cool,

He made the lot of us feel a fool,

He'd whisper softly and cancel school,

He'd turn & blow,

Forecast: SNOW...

When January was slightly cool.

Now January brings warm rain,

It's as if he never came,

But he feels no flame

or even shame,

for he's numb from years

of wordless pain.

And we're to blame,

the lot of us...

We never thanked him,

Never spanked him,

Never gave him love or lust...

We betrayed him,

We forbade him:

Never know a moment's peace...

Now Winter's sold

for he's not cold

and June will drown us

in our grief.