Because they don’t get old, right?
As the flakes fall from the sky,
I feel a tear well in my eye.
Three more inches of ice and snow
Oh winter, I really wish you’d go
I slip and slide around the farm,
lucky I still have both arms.
Catch myself, I usually do
It’s no kiss and a cold hard screw
Even the horses, a tear on each cheek
frozen in a glistening streak.
The donkeys stick to one small path
to the water tub and back
We miss the trees, we miss the grass!
Won’t you please just kiss our ass?
Gather your wind bags, suck up your snow,
Take your bow, it’s time to go.
The Management, Kiss My Ass Acres.