| One day this weary winter will be gone
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| Don’t be fooled it won’t be gone for good
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| It will be back to freeze next year’s moustache
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| Blowin' snow as every winter should
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| Right now we all look forward to the spring
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| Season of the short sleeve and soft ground
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| We all recall how she was last year
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| Each and every groundhog hung around
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| If spring’s a maid then summer is a whore
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| Mosquito’s bite, diving boards they throb
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| She’s hot she’s heavy, hairy men they sweat
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| Gobble yellow corn upon the cob
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| The corn it turns to candy in the fall
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| The bamboo rake is brought from the garage
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| School buses dot the land
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| Each and every bird’s nest looses camouflage
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| One day this weary winter will be gone
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| Don’t be fooled it won’t be gone for good
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| It will be back to freeze next year’s moustache
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| Blowin' snow as every winter should |