This poem was sent to me by my cousin, who lives in Maine.
It’s winter in Maine ,
And the gentle breezes blow;
Seventy miles an hour,
At twenty-five below.
Oh, how I love Maine ,
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 Maine ,
Cause I am frozen to the ground.