Mother Nature
Nor'easter, bearing down
Come to whitewash, our little town
Plans we had, have come to naught
In Mother Nature's arms, we're caught
We'll dig out, when she goes away
But, it's so cold, it's no fun play
We hope this is, the last we'll see
But Mother Nature's, no still bee
She throws her mischief, every where
Drops in on lives, without a care
What can you do, she's in charge
And when she stomps you, those boots are large
We'll try to appease her, come the spring
With flowers, and plants, and birds that sing
As for now, we'll watch her show
Warm inside, by fires glow
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