We keep it outside, we cover the plants
The roofs and the lawns turn white –
We leave on our socks, add a blanket or two
Sleep comfy and cozy all night.
Weathermen tell us when it’s on the way
We brace for the worst there can be –
Sometimes they’re wrong, the weather is fine
We just have to sit back and see.
As it happens sometimes, while I toss, and I turn
The covers end up on my side –
I haven’t a clue, till the snoring is through
That the frost isn’t only outside.
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