Weather is changing, rearranging the thoughts of the minds/
People draw their blinds/
to find that the masses who used to lay in the grasses and throw passes in
the field/
will now yeild to the snowflakes on their windshield/
I feel a lot better, when the weather falls like feathers/
It's pleasure/
You may say whatever, but however/
It's not forever/
When the snow falls, it grows tall/
Throw snow balls/
Can already tell that fall is awating/
kids ice skating, while stating "This is Awesome"/
I'd draw some whiskers of a cat's frozen whiskers/
But in this verse I'll disperse some whispers, mister, about winter/
I like it a lot when it's not so hot/
the sun is like a fat dot of fire/
I wish it would retire/
"It feels like an oven," exclaimed the town crier/
I like to go snowboarding/
I've done it a ton/
Once picked a fight with a snowman/
He pulled out a gun



 
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