the snow blowers are blowing,
and snow plows rumble by,
can't hear those roosters crowing,
the sun's not in the sky.
the shovels scrape the sidewalks,
so kids can get to school,
i don't need my loud alarm clock,
the noise outside will do.
another minnesota morning,
and "you betcha" it's sure cold,
i dream of global warming,
and summer days of old.
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