When it's Winter time in New York, And the gentle breezes blow,
About seventy miles an hour
And it's fifty-two below.
You can tell you're in New York
'cause the snow's up to your butt,
And you take a breath of Winter air
And your nose holes both freeze shut.
The weather here is wonderful,
So I guess I'll hang around,
I could NEVER leave New York,
My feet are frozen to the ground.
4 comments:
Brrr! Is the result of your St. Patrick's day snowstorm??
Springtime is tomorrow!!
:)
WEll if it is any consolation we are having the strangest weather today. Yesterday you could walk around with out a jacket, today the sun is shining but snow is falling as well...very very strange....
I love the look of your blog....I like butterflies...nice touch...
Thanks for dropping by my blog and leaving such nice comments...
Thanks for making me laugh. Now I know why I'm still here! Is there a second verse for spring when the snow is still knee high? lol Spring will be delayed in my part of the state, hope it finds you in yours.
Pretty funny, and very true from what I hear! I love your site, your butterflies are very cool. Wish I had the patience to figure out some of that neat stuff! Thanks for visiting my blog.
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