The ocean is blue yet
not as icy as you dear, dear winter.
In Vermont, blue jays may no longer fly
except when you come.
You make all my worries die, dear, dear winter.
Not even the mountain dew
is in any comparison to you dear, dear Winter.
In Spring, flowers start to spring but
then at Christmas you bring snow
to everything dear, dear winter.
When the snow starts to melt into the sky,
there is only one thing to say
and that thing is, goodbye.