SNORKELING IN Wisconsin
Alcohol MAY have been involved.
Alcohol MAY have been involved.
POEM
It’s winter in Wisconsin
It’s winter in Wisconsin
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At twenty-five below.
Oh, how I love Wisconsin
When the snow’s up to your butt
You take a breath of winter
And your nose gets frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I’ll hang around
I could never leave Wisconsin
Seventy miles an hour
At twenty-five below.
Oh, how I love Wisconsin
When the snow’s up to your butt
You take a breath of winter
And your nose gets frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I’ll hang around
I could never leave Wisconsin
‘Cause I’m frozen to the ground
Must be due to that latest snow storm???
