My dad used to recite this annual Fall poem for us each year when we were kids old enough to think it was just nasty enough to be funny. He has been gone for a bunch of years, but I still think of it at least once each year when the weather is cool and the leaves are falling. I am very glad that I can still hear his voice in my head when I think of it.
"When the weather is hot and sticky
that's no time to dunk your dickie.
When the frost is on the pumpkin,
THAT'S the time for dickie dunkin.'"