Monday, May 31, 2010


When it's springtime in Alberta,
And the gentle breezes blow
About seventy miles an hour
And it's fifty-two below.
You can tell you're in Alberta
'cause the snow's up to your butt
And you take a breath of springtime air
And your nose holes both freeze shut.
The weather here is wonderful
So I guess I'll hang around
I could never leave Alberta
My feet are frozen to the ground!


Evelyn said...

Ah, but the summers must be HEAVENLY! My air conditioner is already getting a workout here in Georgia!

Evelyn said...

Did you write that poem? It's TOO FUNNY!

Michelle said...

I'm sorry!!! I can't imagine lambing in that country....