The good old jet stream
It moves north too south
Sometimes it brings steam
And sometimes goes in mouth
I heard it on the news
A cold fronts coming down
So go back to bed to snooze
As I cant get flipping brown
Oh by jingly jangles
How I miss the sun
Cant get me dingily dangles
or flaunt me bearded bun
I cant wait till summer
Hip hip hip hooray
Until then its a bummer
so in bed i will stay
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