A Summer Summary

Shall I, lying in a grot, Die because the day is hot? Or declare I can't endure Such a torrid temperature? Be it hotter than the flames South Gehenna Junction claims, If it be not so to me, What care I how hot it be? Shall I say I love the town Praised by Robinson and Browne? Shall I say, 'In summer heat Old Manhattan can't be beat?' Be it luring as a bar, Or my neighbour's motor-car, If I think it is pazziz What care I how fine it is? Shall I prate of rural joys Far from civic smoke and noise? Shall I, like the others, drool 'But the nights are always cool?' If I hate to rise at six Shall I praise the suburbs? Nix! If the country's not for me, What care I how good it be? Town or country, cool or hot, Differs nothing, matters not; For to quote that Roman cuss, Why dispute 'de gustibus?' If to this or that one should Take a fancy, it is good. If these rhymes look good to me, What care I how bad they be?