batguano

This popped up and I just had to share it with you guys.

WINTER POEM

It's winter time in Canada , and the gentle breezes blow,
Seventy miles per hour, at thirty-five below.

Oh how I love my Canada , when the snow's up to your butt,
You take a breath of winter, and your nose gets frozen shut.

Yes the weather here is wonderful, so I guess I'll hang around,
I could never leave my Canada , 'cause I'm frozen to the friggin' ground!