I step out my door and what do I see?
A million white flakes winking at me.
The cars are all covered with a dusting of snow
And my heart plummetts from my chest to my toes.
“Curse you!” says I to the grey winter sky,
“Begone, and avast!” and this my reply:
“Winter is here!” The snow proudly proclaims.
“We herald the coming of Winter’s chill fame.
“Summer is gone, the season is ours:
There is no recourse, nor reason, nor power.
So bust out your sweaters, your mittens, and that old soup pot.
No use twisting your knickers in a knot–
Winter is here, and he’s here to stay!
Its a glorious season! A glorious day!”
And what could I say to that?
“Aw crap, what a load of horseshit.”