"I plow it every morning,
I plow it every night.
I plow it to the left side
and I plow it to the right.
I plow the snow in straight lines,
and I plow in circles, too.
The direction doesn't matter,
until the snow is through.
No one has yet determined
how much I really plow.
My neighbor tried to stop me
but I said, "I don't know how."
When it starts snowing,
I just start going.
If it keeps snowing,
I keep going.
Snow, snow, snow,
go, go, go."
"When I see it snowing,
it really makes me sad
Because I know eventually
my sad will turn to mad.
I mean it just "keeps on a comin'"
the inches mount to feet
It's nice to win occasionally.
But this snow is tough to beat.
It's like it says, "You had enough?"
A reply I cannot utter
Because the way it's snowing now
I'd surely start to stutter."
"Along the northeast corridor,
they've had enough and want no more.
Gusting winds and blowing snow,
temps at zero or plunged below.
Roads are glossy, rather sleek,
Wouldn't mind a trip
to Martinique.
Well, I've heard the forecast -
Forget vacation-
I better prepare
for aggravation."