The snow is melting
\nThe roads are slush
\nThe front yard turning
\nInto mush
\nOh when it snows
\nI really dread
\nWhen all of it does melt, yes dread
\nThe cars will be covered in brine
\nAnd mother’s will be screaming and will whine
\nWipe your shoes don’t track mud in
\nDo you think it’s a barn
\nThat you live in
\nThe snow is melting
\nYes it’s a mess
\nBut more will come
\nYes, that’s my guess<\/p>\n
By Ronald Gainsford<\/p>\n
\u00a9 2000 Ronald Gainsford<\/p>\n
BY RGAI<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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…<\/p>\n