Hot In Herre - Nelly

Hark! The air be thick with sultry heat,
And lo, mine garments do betray mine flesh!
Wouldst thou not bid me cast them off anon,
Lest I dost swelter in this fiery clime?

Verily, the warmth doth set mine blood afire,
A tempest rages ‘neath this weary brow.
If thou, too, dost feel this fervent blaze,
Then shed thy raiments, tarry not!

Forsooth, ‘tis hot in hither! 🔥