I wish it was August in Baltimore tonight. Oh well, our Lord has winter here for us, with extreme cold and snow. I used to like it, but now only like it a little.

 Paper fans in sweaty hands 
Shooing flies away 
Reflections on a porch 
A shelter from the scorch 
When dog days came around 

Babies squalled as August crawled 
Past old folks in the shade 
The weather vane was stuck 
And white oak creek would drop 
When dog days came around 

The dog days were scorchers 
Southern torture 
But we found an answer to the plight
 It was a dog day's night