It’s grown so hard
Not seeing my yard
The brown winter grasses
My hungry, grass nibbling asses
A brief moment we saw you
Your surface sopping, muddy goo
With each step, I scalp a spot
How I can’t wait until it’s hot.
The horses look at me and sigh
I see a tear fall from an eye
They miss you too, I can tell
For this winter has been hell
Till once again, firm under our feet
Soon your green grass we shall meet
As winter battles not to go
We cry in unison, Fuck The Snow.
This time of year should not be hard
We just want to see the yard.

Note from the Donkeys:
HEEEEHAAAAAWWWW (I think this loosely translates to ‘Fuck Winter’, but I’m guessing)