Back in the early ’80s, when we still lived in upstate New York and the kids were small, I made up some silly lyrics about winter.
If you don’t know the tune of “I’m Looking Over a Four-Leaf Clover,” it is going to seem even sillier. But when we moved to Massachusetts, Suzanne told her music teacher about it, and she liked it.
What is the reason
That we’re all freezin’
And the birdbath is filled with ice?
Why does my Omni go sideways down the street?
Why do my children wear baggies on their feet?
What normal fellow whose brains aren’t Jello
Would keep fighting this cold war?
What is the reason
That we’re all freezin’
And what did we move here for?
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