I am tired of the snow and cold.
Sick to my stomach, truth be told.
I don’t mind a little snow
But this crap just needs to go!
Like a hermit locked inside
My comfy house, forced to hide.
I hate to hear a windchill warning
Hey, what happened to global warming?
Some say it’s just a polar vortex
Excuses, excuses, now what’s next?
Maybe I’m just getting old
But I’m really sick of being cold