Quebec Winters
In my younger years used to take the bus
In winter froze my nose and ears
Don't know how I survived still have 'em
Kinda crooked the way it appears
Wore woolen ear muffs as mom insisted
Sure did the job playing hockey
With cherry red like or red apple cheeks
Dad picked me up in our old jalopy
All things were different back in the 40s
'Twas my real growing up years
It was my first introduction to the girlies
Times of gladness and a few tears
Wouldn't trade em for all my adult years
More cheers less fears mostly
To say that at eighty-six I think is a big plus
Girlies loved my sexy goatee
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