When it's springtime in Alberta,
And the gentle breezes blow
About seventy miles an hour
And it's fifty-two below.
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
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!
3 comments:
Ah, but the summers must be HEAVENLY! My air conditioner is already getting a workout here in Georgia!
Did you write that poem? It's TOO FUNNY!
I'm sorry!!! I can't imagine lambing in that country....
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