There’s two feet of snow on the ground
And a four foot icicle hanging from the eaves
But it’s not winter yet
We have to warm up the car every morning
And shovel the walk every week
But it’s not winter yet
I’m wearing a parka and gloves
And earmuffs and thick winter boots
But it’s not winter yet
Windchill of negative thirty
Cutting right through my coat
But it’s not winter yet
Some people like to ignore the real world
And point at the calendar, saying
It’s not winter yet
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