'Alberta Clipper' - Poem by Linda Winchell
Clip, Clip Clipper!
'Alberta Clipper', Clip!
Blowing across the lands now frozen
Clipping with your cold Clip, of Alberta Nip!
Cracking tree limbs fall to the ground
Animals are crowding for warmth
Of the noon day sun!
Clip, Clip Alberta Clip!
Go back to where you were born
No one needs your below zero temps.
For I am now ready for days of warm!
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