The Evolution Of My Facebook Feed Every November Through February In New England
It's snowing! It's snowing!
It's such a delight.
It's snowing! It's snowing!
A beautiful sight.
It's snowing! It's snowing!
A warm hat's on my head,
And my pantry is stocked up with fresh milk and bread.
It's snowing! It's snowing!
Why do people complain?
It's snowing! It's snowing!
Would they rather it rained?
It's snowing! It's snowing!
I don't get why they're mad --
It's a wonderful time to binge-watch Breaking Bad.
It's snowing! It's snowing!
Will it ever get green?
It's snowing! It's snowing!
Now I think it's obscene.
It's snowing! It's snowing!
Please, lord, make it stop --
My fingers are numb, and my back's almost shot.
And still it is snowing.
I think there's no God.
'Cause it's snowing, it's snowing.
Or he's some kind of fraud.
It's snowing, it's snowing.
I'm going to bed,
And don't wake me up 'til it's warm or I'm dead.