Now the freezin cold does shrink my cock
And I have heard a woolen sock
Will do man a better deed
Than wicked spillin of his seed.
Variation on a theme:
When the frost in on the punkin'
T'is the time for dickie dunkin.
When the weather's hot and sticky,
Then it's time for dunkin' dickie.
Hooray! Hooray! The first of May
Outdoor f***ing begins today!
A millennium ago the monks were already singing
dum torpescit ver a solo
tepet amor pecorum.
Numquam amans sequi volo
(while spring lies stiff in the ground,
the lust of the cattle cools.
But as a lover I will never follow
the changes of the season
after the manner of beasts.)