It's winter in Minnesota
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At forty-five below.
Oh, how I love Minnesota
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
So I guess I'll hang around
I could never leave Minnesota
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground!
(Thanks papa for the poem)
4 comments:
It is so fun reading your blog and keeping up with all that goes on with your famlily. You do a great job.
The poem is great and oh so true, you just have to be here to understand.
Could I share this poem with my kids?
that's pretty funny!
your nose doesn't REALLY get frozen shut. Just frozen snot and boogers. LOL!!
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