It's really not winter, I'm happy to say,
Except maybe further down south.
Up here by Canada it's pretty warm,
No clouds blowing out of my mouth.
The air is quite sticky and lacking in snow
There's ice, but only in freezers.
And nobody's drinking hot chocolate these days,
Preferring those cool lemon squeezers.
So leave off the mittens and put on the shorts
For summer is here and it's kickin'
We'll fire up the grill on the back patio
And eat us some steak and some chicken.