In Summer Re I Haint Getting Undressed

In summer re: I haint getting undressed! Hence donning entire wardrobe, Saint Nick outfit including, while trumpeting think spring argh only about four plus months away lest some big bird willingly takes me under their wing undiscovered since I won't be peaking, nor quacking duck like prompts yours truly xing to tropical rainforest playing Tarzan and swing from a vine, while Jane and Cheetah (sometimes billed as Cheetah, Cheta, and Chita) spend hours shopping upon returning home stock pantry and house zing cupboards stacked chock full of goodies fit for average king doubling up as Santa Claus gaining weight courtesy snack foods like Yodels, Little Debbies, Ring Ding... thence outsize tummy doth happily sing Christmas Carols practicing all year round, especially hoe hoe hoe wing nsync with crops germinating bending, stooping, watering... weeding abiding techniques organic farming naturally whenever possible mission avoiding distributing, generating, impacting ecological damage, viz carbon footprint cheerily, humorously proselytizing landlubbers (land lovers with lisp) courtesy sweat of one's brow reaping robust healthy crops - only allowing enabling, and employing... eco-friendly deterrents bajillion green thumbs up approved by Greta Thunberg greenlighting her inspiration to awaken global warming hence first dibs when harvesting season this after she subtly, nonchalantly, enviously... seen eyeing analogous vis a vis hungry critters salivating (think Pavlov's dog) to savor NON GMO eye watering delectable, honorable, laudable... yumzook produce bespeaking please help yourself fast forward months later finding das overly dressed mistir shivering despite heavily bundled nature's vegetarian smorgasbord brutal coldspell faintly recalling pitch perfect weather eventually returning.