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Sleeting In Nectar
It’s sleeting in Nectar; there's no pollen to sneeze. The bees have skipped south for a tropical breeze. Dear honey, I’m frozen; I ache in the knees. It’s sleeting in Nectar; send warm weather please. The ice is still falling, and the roads are all closed; Attempts to head seaside are probably hosed. There’s no running water; the pump head just froze. The weatherman’s saying, “Folks, here comes the snow.” O Nectar, sweet Nectar, sweeter than a kiss. O Nectar, sweet Nectar, something is amiss. O Nectar, sweet Nectar, what's with this sleet and snow? O Nectar, sweet Nectar, I think it's time to go. Being cooped with the kids is a parent’s worst plight; The new has worn off and they’re picking a fight. I’d send ‘em back out, but for signs of frostbite. It’s sleeting in Nectar, and all is not right. There’s ice on the lines, and the phones are all dead. The store shelves are barren; there’s no milk or bread. The mercury’s falling, or so says my head. It’s sleeting in Nectar; I'm going to bed. O Nectar, sweet Nectar, sweeter than a kiss. O Nectar, sweet Nectar, something is amiss. O Nectar, sweet Nectar, what's with this sleet and snow? O Nectar, sweet Nectar, I think it's time to go. (in your best Jimmy Buffet voice)
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