A poem for the young and those with muddled brians

MUDDLE TOWN

One cold winter's day, in the summer,
When snow lay in heaps on the ground,
The rabbits that sung from the branches
Flapped their wings and looked sadly around.

The horses were laughing their loudest,
They thought the whole thing was a jest.
The snail scampered back to his burrow,
The donkey peeped out of his nest.

“How cold it is now in the springtime,”
Said goat, looking out of his shell.
“Don't run into me,” said the hedgehog,
“I wonder you don't ring your bell.”

“How quickly the autumn is passing,”
Said earwig, who suffered from cramp.
“Come in,” said his wife from the dustbin,
“You know you go bald in the damp.”

“It's warm for the season” barked kitten,
While eating her peas with a spoon.
“Must be the weather,” crowed piglet,
Who then jumped over the moon.

Jack Frost gave a sniff in his hankie,
His nose had a touch of the gout.
And now we have come to the ending,
Whatever is this all about?