But I can't see
Roses, violets,
Nor pansies.
"Why?" you ask.
This much I know -
Spring is buried
'Neath the snow.
Suppose there's a season called spring.
The flowers and birds it doth bring.
But here north of Boston,
We get such a frostin'
Our fingers to nature we fling.
How much snow would the snowchuck chuck
If a snowchuck would chuck snow?
It would chuck much snow as a snowchuck go,
If a snowchuck would chuck snow.
