The snow is melting
The roads are slush
The front yard turning
Into mush
Oh when it snows
I really dread
When all of it does melt, yes dread
The cars will be covered in brine
And mother’s will be screaming and will whine
Wipe your shoes don’t track mud in
Do you think it’s a barn
That you live in
The snow is melting
Yes it’s a mess
But more will come
Yes, that’s my guess
By Ronald Gainsford
© 2000 Ronald Gainsford
BY RGAI
