With winter quickly approaching I thought I would throw this out here.
A Canadian Winter Poem;
It's winter here in Canada and the gentle breezes blow.
Seventy miles an hour at twenty-five below.
Oh, how I love Canada 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 old Canada.
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground!!
Keep smiling
Tug