Cold, ever so cold.
Tomorrow will be cold, that is for sure,
Colder than cold; it will be quite raw,
Oh, what will I do, first and foremost,
Make a snowman or fight with balls of the stuff?
I will just have wait and hope its enough,
Be it two inches of snow or two feet of the stuff,
If it’s not very high I will go to work, though its far,
Driving carefully along in my Austin Princess car.
Then again I might stay home and make pray,
Thanking God for the white gift ‘cos it don’t happen every day.