The English are Frosty by Alice Duer Miller

The English are Frosty
by Alice Duer Miller

The English are frosty
When you're no kith or kin
Of theirs, but how they alter
When once they take you in!
The kindest, the truest,
The best friends ever known,
It's hard to remember
How they froze you to a bone.
They showed me all London,
Johnnie and his friends;
They took me to the country
For long week ends;
I never was so happy,
I never had such fun,
I stayed many weeks in England
Instead of just one.