It is winter in Canadaand the gentle breezes blow.
Seventy miles an hour,
at thirty-five below.
Oh, how I love Canada,
when the snow's up to your butt.
When 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,
For I could never leave Canada,
cause I am frozen to the ground...
Merry Christmas!
from
Sir Richard & Family
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