We’re Having a Hard Freeze
(tune: Heat Wave, Irving Berlin (1933))
We're having a hard freeze,
An arctic bomb hard freeze,
The temperature's sinking,
It has us thinking
It will be a blue lulu
It causes a hard freeze,
Start with a wayward breeze
In such a way that
The weathermen say that
It will be a blue lulu
Its climatology
Makes the mercury
Drop to minus three.
We're having a hard freeze,
An arctic bomb hard freeze,
The way that it moves
That thermometer proves
That it will be a blue lulu.
Up On Your Rooftop
(tune: Up on the Rooftop)
Up on your rooftop snowflakes fall
Piles up maybe two feet tall
Down it comes all day and night
All the weight overhead
Homeowners fright
Chorus
Ho, ho, ho
Who shouldn’t go
Ho, ho, ho
Who shouldn’t go
Up on the rooftop
Think, think, think
Don’t slip off shingles like
A skating rink
First comes the frostbite
In the wind
Oh, hot cocoa
Blood has thinned
Chilled to the bone
You start to shake
Muscles then rebel
And back to ache
Chorus
Ho, ho, ho
Who shouldn’t go
Ho, ho, ho
Who shouldn’t go
Up on the rooftop
Think, think, think
Don’t slip off shingles like
A skating rink
Next comes dizziness
In your head
Oh, uneven slope
Beneath your tread
Balance is challenged
As slowly you creep
It’s just one misstep
And down in a heap.
Chorus
Ho, ho, ho
Who shouldn’t go
Ho, ho, ho
Who shouldn’t go
Up on the rooftop
Think, think, think
Don’t slip off shingles like
A skating rink
The Winter Cold Does Come
To Melody of: It Came Upon A Midnight Clear.
It comes about Thanksgiving time
With a sniffling in my nose,
And starts to explore my body
With symptoms as it goes:
A scratchy throat, and aches abound,
And that stuffiness in my ears;
The winter cold has come again
As it has all these years.
And as those germs crawl in and out,
Wherever they do want,
They inflame my organs in response
And my antibodies taunt.
“You'll never find and catch us all;
We're simply everywhere.
You're just too slow to stop our fun,”
Those blasted bugs do jeer.
Yet it's not true, I tell myself,
I suffered this before;
With a few pills to help and sleep,
They'll be vanquished once more.
For man has fought the cold and won,
Evolution makes it clear.
So hush, you bothersome beasties,
I will again this year.
LEAVES
The leaves under the snow
Accuse I was too slow.
Too much ease I did take
Instead of wielding my rake
It is the trees I blame
Which cause me undue shame.
They held on for too long,
Trying Fall to prolong.
I did do the chore thrice,
Clearing the leaves quite nice,
While those oak trees looked on
At my work on the lawn.
They shook at me their crowns
With the wind's rattling sounds.
Although strong gusts did blow,
They refused to let go.
So now the leaves will wait
Until winter does abate.
I will find them next Spring
As the first chore they bring.
