Snow mounds on pavements
And dead leaves in gutter,
Dark afternoons that make us all mutter,
Bare naked trees that bend in the wind -
These are a few of my least favourite things.
When the frost bites,
When the hail stings,
When I feel so low -
I need a day by a hot open fire
Until I can feel a glow.
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Storm clouds on hill top
And sheep in a huddle,
Wet coats in hallway
And boots in a puddle,
Sneezes and sniffles and coughs that don't end -
These are a few of my least favourite things.
When will flowers bloom?
When will spring come?
When will I feel the sun?
It's only when it reaches twenty degrees,
That I will believe winter's done!
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