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.