'Twas the first snow before Thanksgiving,
And there was a very cold breeze,
That when I was out walking,
My ears were displeased.
As I covered up my head,
My body gave a shudder,
And my friend next to me,
Chattered as he began to utter.
When I got back to my dorm,
It was warm I suppose,
But I think it was 'colder, '
Because my roommate blew his nose.
As I could see,
People were sicker than what
They were supposed to be,
And Ruben,
Hating being sick,
Was staring at me like a tree.
As I had come back from Bible Study,
I suppose everyone had gone mad,
For with the grimace on
Ruben's and Gulliano's faces,
I could tell something was bad.
Jack Frost, damn him,
Got into everyone's rooms,
And went a-blowin' his whistle,
With his stupid favourite tunes.
He made everyone sick,
From what I could see,
And this first snow,
Damn it all,
Was all that it had to be.
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