You are a mean one
You give us hope of warmth and sun
But then you turn your back and run
The way you shun, you’re just no fun
You throw down cold, and sleet and snow
What can I do? Where can I go?
How can those poor flowers grow?
When you make the nasty wind blow and leave me low
You’re very cruel
The way you fool
It’s just not cool
You piece of rusty garden tool
Is there really any hope?
When you leave me to cry and mope
Can I really even cope?
Gee, I would have to say “nope”
I guess I’ll just have to wait till May
That month when spring decides to stay
It’s only one more month away
I think I can make it if I pray
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