Weather Forecast
Seasons are changing so they say
And there’s a storm outside making it’s play
It’s really causing quite a fright
Because it is the middle of the night
The wind is blowing from the South
But it just won’t shut up its mouth
Rain is falling hard as nails
What a luxury for the snails
We had a really hot summer this year
But now winter is making us shiver
So do I look back on what we had
Or look forward to the ice pack
Another year another season
For our weather there’s no reason
Why have we had the weather we have had
I maybe need to talk to my Dad
He might know, or at least where to go
As we all leave footprints in the snow
DAMO
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