The Yankee Fridge

Who doesn't remember that old fridge in the summer cabin?

The Yankee Fridge

For three seasons a year she fluxes ice free,
   Comes the summer she won’t ask for any money,
As I chip me a piece of that cool glacial gift
   Which all summer she gives up in rifts,

Our old Yankee ice box comes with no ice machine,
  It’s the hot humid air when sucked in
That will cool and then flow as a glacier to the shore,
  Which for ‘shore’ in this box, is it’s door

So when it’s time for gin & tonics we shall pour,
  There is no need to run for ice up to the store,
We’ve got ice enough of right here by the score,
   Make a toast, ’Our liquor lasts as long, or more,’

So chip away friend, and you be sure,
  We’ll have fresh ice enough all summer long,
And when Fall leaves blow and toss,
  There’ll be no need to defrost,
By old Yankee ways no thing ever goes wrong

Come to visit New Year’s eve, she’ll give again,
  And we’ll drink a toast, Amen, to Winter quirks,
For on frigid nights she overheats,
  See there’s nothing ‘bout the cold she cannot beat,
 As a Yankee box space heater , she works fine!