Now I've told that Agra was quite wise, I know that for a fact
But when he was still in his youth wisdom was what he lacked
The fire burning in his heart, his passion for all things
It didn't sit well in the heat which the sun always brings
And so Agra, he schemed his schemes and planned the heat's undoing
Deep inside the earth at night he found ways of intruding
And when the sun goddess would look upon her many ponies
He'd nip up through the clouds and sky and swap her rays with phonies!
The sun goddess, for all her smarts, could not tell what was wrong
The heat that fell down from her orb, it wouldn't last as long
The cloud lords shivered in the cold and snow came falling down
And as the ice was building up such laughing filled the ground
But Mahatma was clever, too, and saw the ploy at play
She saw him jump to sky at night, she saw him laugh in day
And so before things froze too long, she blew and warmed the earth
And from each spot a ray broke free, bright flowers would then birth
And so the game would play each year, with Agra stealing rays
Then when the cold had hit its worst, Mahatma bringing days
The sun and moon goddesses liked the change so very much
They've kept the tradition since then, each adding their own touch
And so while you might feel you hate the heat or cold above
We're given both so everyone has a season to love!