Ode to a hard freeze
You chill the ground with ease
Some complain you kill the flowers
And that you last so many hours
But I note you also kill the bugs
At my heart this kind of tugs
Look at the size of this guy
To grow this big he didn’t try
In this weather, he can thrive His friends all scatter, fly and jive
In my house they spend their days
At night they scamper in their ways
The mosquitoes will so often bite
We fire up the nerve gas lamps at night
Wade will worry about the malaria
But I’m busy itching near hysteria
And so I toast to you the cold
The way you cover the ground so bold
I can take the snow, no problem Sam
But I do not like these bugs Ma’am
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