The snow is slowly melting but instead of rain we are still getting snow which turns into muddy mush and freezes at night. It's pretty slippery out there and if you fall you fall into cold, muddy soup. Ooohoohoohoo! Where's the warm?!
It's cold outside, Oh it's cold outside. We're waitin' for the warm, Because it's cold outside. We're tired of snow and ice, And of oceans of white. We're tired of building snowmen, And of snowball fights. I want to skate on wheels, Instead of gliding on blades. I want to have a picnic, And drink lemonade. It's cold and damp and there's a wind, It's blowing up a storm. It's March the twenty-seventh, We're still waiting for the warm.
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