Ah Winter that old man
He was nasty of late
Not quite like he was at first
On that December date
He was gentle at first
Being nice to fall
Gently pushing him out the door
Saying don't come back at all.
They enjoyed Winter for some time
For the snow he sent was fitting
They frolicked through his splender
Getting warm 'round the fire sitting
Lately they grew tired of winter
There was a new man around
His name was Spring
He ran Winter out of town
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