Your colorful checked stripes and manly plaids
made dreary winter days seem half as bad
And tell me what woman could deny
a kiss to a flannel-wearin’ guy?
But as April closes and on into May
I’m afraid you’ll soon be packed away
‘Til Autumn’s chill knocks at our door
I will not see you anymore
But hark! What is that I see?
A late winter day (or two...even three)
So flannel, let’s enjoy another day
and leave summer’s t-shirts tucked away