Today I woke up tired,
Looking out my frosty window,
The sun was still asleep,
Cow and horse no more,
Birds have flown the coop!
But I have to say, "It's as cold as a corpse within its grave."
The wind, so cold, makes my hands shake!
This winter ahead is a big pile of pooh.
I hate you!
Spring; you always hear the birds sing.
Them damn birds, I miss them waking me everyday,
As I wake on a grassy hill,
Only a dream!
It's still only spring.
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