Blizzard Monday
Winter winds whistlewith howling fierceness,
Bird's and other creatures
cower in the cold,
Swirling snow settles
on the earth's cold breast,
While squirrel's go hunting peanuts
buried in their hold;
Mother Nature's turned against us
she's brought her fury forth,
It's not nice to fool with Mother Nature
so she's evening the score;
We will be reminded of this winter
in the year of 78'
and we will tell our children of it,
and it's raw and cold cold fate.
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