I watch a cute chick
Predict it'll be sunny, no storm,
I know, if I believe.
I will certainly grieve,
If I leave my umbrella at home.
For weather prediction -
A curious addiction -
Is only but rarely quite true.
It's better if I go
And look at Chicago,
To know what in two days is due.
So, until they can measure
Their fronts and their pressure
And look into hurricanes' eye,
I'll hold my approving,
Of diagrams moving,
And on my joints arthritic rely...