Winter is icummen in,
       Lhude sing Goddamm,
       Raineth drop and staineth slop,
       and how the wind doth ramm,
               Sing: Goddamm.
       Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
       An ague hath my ham.
       Freezeth river, turneth liver,
               Damn you, sing: Goddamm.
       Goddamm, Goddamm, 'tis why I am, Goddamm,
               So 'gainst the winter's balm.
       Sing goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm,

       Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM.

               -Ezra Pound