He curses global warming
Except when it brings the “worst winter ever”
He prays for snow
Will somebody think of the children?
He hates the gritters
He seethes at the salters
What’s a guy got to do to make a living in this place?
When the white stuff falls
He dances a little dance
Kerching, he sings
Blizzards make him boogie
Drifts cause delight
It’s cold, hard work
But could it ever be lucrative enough?
He wants to spend nine months of the year
With his feet up
Sipping beer
And watching sports on tv
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