This is Alberta so ---
If You Don't Like The Weather --- Wait A Minute
Everything was turning green. The trees had started budding. Tulips just now breaking ground, New life through topsoil flooding. Then it happened, light at first, Flurries drifting down. Then heavier, blowing sideways, Covering the streets of town. The wind so fierce near blew me down. The snow was at my ankles. It's Spring gol-durn-it, what is this! This insult really rankles. It was warm with singing birds, And budding trees and flowers. We shouldn't have this blizzard now. We should have gentle showers. Then one thing came to my mind, Pro-Vin-Chee-Ul E-Ner-Sha ! The sign up on the highway says, Welcome To Alberta.
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