But there are some good things, in part two,
Oh snow, good old you.
we sit by the fire, drinking hot choc-o-lat-e,
While our mom and our dad drink a hot'o latte.
We are all exited, sleding and all,
And we come in chanting, "I can'th feel my lipths ma'"
Sleeping all snuggly,
In our warm beds,
While visions of snow-days dance in our heads.
Let me make it simple,
The end will show,
Oh how I love snow.
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