Old Man Winter

Winter your a splinter In my thumb.

A kind of pain that you never gain
anything from.

Who asked you to come.

From the beginning you sent us snow
storms.

Can you defend yourself against 85
degree summer weather?

I bet it's a real bummer for you.

Well spring Is coming this month.

Believe me I won't miss you.

All tho I receive your cold weather.

I was told your going to be leaving
soon.

Throw your last punches your on your
way out.

As fast as the ice crunches from
stepping on It.

You throw a snow storm at us.

Old timer go take a nap till next
December.

Remember we won't forget Old Man
Winter.