The Invariable Claim

The Invariable Claim
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No matter where a man may dwell,
He’ll make this statement as a rule:
“It’s warm by day, the truth to tell
But then the nights are always cool”

E’en on the arld, thirsting plain,
Where blindly roves the panting mule
You’ll heart the old familiar strain:
“It’s hot But then the nights are cool”

Should Satan boldly venture out
Once more our mortal minds to fool
“My home is warm,” ha’d say, no doubt;
“But then the nights are always cool