Old Man Winter was never a beginner, he arrived like a pro and dropped a foot of snow.
The stores were closed, everyone was hosed.
The electric was out, my aching gout.
The Misses called with a very loud shout, I was thoroughly appalled when she bawled me out.
I thought I must hustle to find the snow shovel.
I dug and dug, but I got no hug.
I was singing tenor, the handle gave me a splinter.
I threw down the shovel, I was in such a hustle.
I went in the house, and sat by a mouse.
I fell into a snooze, without any booze.
When I awoke, I knew I was broke.
The Misses was gone, it was almost dawn.
The abode was bare, except for my chair.
The house was cold, it would have to be sold.
I knew it was over, then I saw Rover.
I had some hope, I knew I could cope.
I saw the light, everything was bright.
I knew I could survive and not take a dive.
I had to succeed cause I never would plead.
Old Man Winter, he blew in the cold, not even a splinter would make me fold.