In the spring of 1315nThere began an era of unpredictable weathernIt did not lift until 1851nYou remember 1816 as the year without a summernnJune 1816nA sudden snowstorm blankets all the country sidenSo Mary Shelly had to stay insidenAnd she wrote FrankensteinnOh 1816 was the year without a summernnGrain couldn’t ripen under these conditions, nonIt was brought in-doors in urns and potsnIt’d go from 95 degrees to freezing within hoursnA brutal struggle for the people and the starving livestocknnDuring the most sever years of this little ice agenWe looked for scapegoats to blamenMany people tried to blame it allnOn a vast Freemason conspiracynOr Benjamin Franklin and his experiments with electricitynnThe eruption of the volcano TamboranBlanketed the earth with ashnThat was the real cause discovered by some explorernYears later, looking back at the pastnnI will give younMy red colornTo take away your sickly pallornFor you were very choleric of complexionnPlease beware the mounting sun nAnd all dejectionnn1816 was the year without a summer