When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson’s saw;
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marion’s nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-who – a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

– William Shakespeare

Love’s Labour’s Lost, Act 5, Scene 2.