Poetic Bloomings monotetra

I’d Like to be a Snow Bird

The golden aspens in a row

Do chatter as the cold winds blow

Soon winter’s coming this I know

Let’s skip the snow, let’s skip the snow.

The rain descends, the sky is gray

And it grows colder day by day.

The baring trees, they swing and sway.

Snow, stay away! Snow stay away!

Yes, Colorado’s a mile high

The snow comes early. Hear me sigh.

So here we sit. I don’t know why.

Down south, let’s fly! Down south, let’s fly!