Reflections on what a truly Canadian winter is all about:
CANUCK WINTER
It's winter in my Canada
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy-seven miles an hour
At thirty-five below.
Oh, how I love my Canada
When the snow's up to my butt
I take a breath of winter
And my nose gets frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful
I guess I'll hang around
Can't ever leave my Canada �
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground!
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