I hate the snow, I hate the sleet,
I just want some rain,
The clouds are running across the sky,
Playing some silly game.

It's already spring,
And the snow is still pilling,
That's why the birds can't sing,
And why the sky isn't smiling.

Out of all the towns,
Why did Jack Frost pick one?
To send chilling winds,
And abandon the sun.

It really is very cold,
And the heater is always on,
The inside plants are growing mold,
It's freezing from dusk till dawn.

I wish that I could be anywhere but here,
It's like a cold he-- from the sky,
I've had enough of it, it better change,
Or I fear that I will die. 
(Yeah Right!)

Shelly