OLD MAN WINTER

Old man Winter, that Old Man Winter,
He don’t need nothing; he must want something.
He just keeps blowing, he keeps on snowing along.

He don’t wear sweaters, he don’t wear longjohns,
And them what wears them will soon be bygones,
He just keeps blowing, he keeps on snowing along.

You and me, we shovel and strain,
Backs all aching and wracked with pain:
Clear that walk!  Chop that ice!
Vermont Life makes the winter look nice.

I get weary, and sick of freezing,
I’m tired of sniffling, and tired of sneezing,
But Old Man Winter, he just keeps blowing along.

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