I look outside and it looks like trees are dying
With the ground so parched it’s crying
For the icy cold deadly winter perception
But by that time everything is in dead quiet hibernation
The lively summer hot has abandoned us for the other pole
So for the next six months we have to dwell in a frozen fishbowl
So gear up cuz it’s like Narnia with the White Witch
It’s not the time to walk out without a stitch
I hope the roads aren’t iced over
It will be a while before seeing a four-leafed clover
So cold o can see my breath
I look around and all I see is death
But resurrection is in twenty-four weeks
It won’t always be so bleak
Oh, and God, please don’t let it snow
It makes transportation really slow
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