a winter poem

Canadian Poem
It's winter in Canada
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At twenty-five below.

Oh, how I loveCanada
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 Canada 'Cause I'm frozen to the ground!!


I don't know who to give credit to because I received this in an email from my aunt Batya who lives in Israel.