When winter comes knocking at my door
I shudder, and wish I were a bear,
So I could hibernate till spring.
I wish I could unplant my northern roots,
And migrate to the tropics,
But I’ve no wings to fly,
And these roots of mine are planted
Too deeply in this northern soil.
So I must stay and suffer through
Another season of frigidness,
And wonder why I’d wished the summer
Overwith so soon.

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