Winter is cold and Winter is icy,
The days are dark and the roads are dicey,
Snow can be pretty when it is new,
As it gets older it looks like burnt stew,
As I get older, the cold gets less tempting,
From occasions galore, I find myself exempting,
Okay, I admit my blood is quite thin,
Blame it on age, it isn’t a sin,
Ice and sleet, I really don’t like,
It probably goes back to being a tyke,
Starting today, I’ll stay inside,
I’ll sit by the fire with cocoa and hide.
