Happy Birthday Satchel

With his smile as sweet as a warm wind in summer
He's got me flying like a bird in a bright June sky
And then just when he thinks that I've got his number
He brings me down to the ground with his wintry eyes
That's my Satchie
He can be all four seasons in one day.

And when the night time comes with no interference
To our warm summer love with all its charms
But like a thoroughbred horse he can turn on a sixpence
And I find that I'm back in Mister Winter's arms
That's my Satchie
He can be all four seasons in one day.

How will I know?
How can I tell?
Which side of the bed he takes when the day begins?
He can be kind
He can be cruel
He's got me guessing like a game show fool

He can change his mind like he changes his bibs
From one minute to the next it's hard to tell
He blows hot and cold just like stormy weather
He's my gift from the Lord or a fiend from hell
That's my Satchie
He can be all four seasons in one day.

Watching the weatherman's been no good at all
Winter, spring, summer, I'm bound for a fall
There are no long term predictions for my Satchie
He can be all four seasons in one day.

If it's a sunny day I take my umbrella
Just in case his raindrops start to fall
You could say that I'm just a cautious fellow
I don't want to be caught in a sudden squall
That's my Satchie
He can be all four seasons in one day.

That's my Satchie
And I wouldn't have him any other way.