In winter, when the links are white,
I’m at the office until night.
In summer, when the course is green,
I always catch the 12:15.
I have to stay till then to see
The business folks who bother me.
There’s always something to detain,
And more than once I’ve missed my train.
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
That I must office half the day,
With only eighteen holes of play?