I think my nose is running
It's impossible to tell
You see it's frozen solid
And it cannot even smell.
My glasses are all fogged up
Just to see straight would be nice
My eyes are surely tearing
But my tears have turned to ice.
I know that I am moving
Just as sure as the North wind blows
There is no doubt about it
I just cannot feel my toes.
I scratch my head with fingers
That have long since fallen numb
To walk around on days like these
I really must be dumb.
I cannot wait 'til June comes
Ah the Summer will be sweet
Of course you know I'll then bemoan
The awful Summer heat!
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