Winter Poem
It's winter in Missouri
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At thirty-five below.
Oh, how I love Missouri
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
Suppose I'll hang around
I could never leave Missouri
Cuz I'm frozen to the ground!
It's winter in Missouri
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At thirty-five below.
Oh, how I love Missouri
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
Suppose I'll hang around
I could never leave Missouri
Cuz I'm frozen to the ground!