A Michigan poem
It's winter here in Michigan
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At twenty five below.
Oh, how I love ole Michigan
When the snow's up to your butt.
You take a breath of winter
and your nose freezes shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I'll hang around.
I could never leave my Michigan
Cause I'm frozen to the ground!
It's winter here in Michigan
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At twenty five below.
Oh, how I love ole Michigan
When the snow's up to your butt.
You take a breath of winter
and your nose freezes shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I'll hang around.
I could never leave my Michigan
Cause I'm frozen to the ground!