Ah Nothing Spells Spring Like Snow

seems like ole man winter aint finished doing business whereat get dem self up in fine fetters and cuss madly jabbing, gesticulating, and damning e pluribus conveniently, deliberately, and selectively forgetting unum until...cupboards bare wren, emergency food stash mice eaten, and refrigerator empty and there you stand with a growling tum hmm...perhaps hastening to the wine cellar scrambling for a jug of rum which ample downing might be a panacea to hibernate, and deeply slum burr until dawg days of summer, when fruit trees bursting, and being alive feels plum ripe with nary a worry in the world, oh...mebbe best to telephone mum (real name Chrys Anthem), and share cornucopia as life for thee goes hum ming along swimmingly and haint nuttin tuff heal glum about, now take another sip and breathe in from smorgasbord mother nature didst spread vibrant flora and fauna sights and sounds rhythmically, poetically, and hypnotically drum, where the prevailing mood finds one markedly chum me scales fall from ones's eyes, a former bummed out skool of hard knocks alum, now just kick back and become seduced while listening to chic chick hens roost scampering, grunting, and buzzing capers moost pleasant since renaissance of spring finally loosed.