English poem
Why?
Why, when the sun is gold, The weather fine, The air (this phrase is old) Like Gascon wine;--
Why, when the leaves are red, And yellow, too, And when (as has been said) The skies are blue;--
Why, when all things promote One's peace and joy,-- A joy that is (to quote) Without alloy;--
Why, when a man's well off, Happy and gay, Why must he go play golf And spoil his day!