I looked out of the window this morning,
Everything was covered in this white stuff,
The winter had come without a warning,
So today I’d have to get out my muff.
Out to the car I went, shovel to hand,
Clearing out this white stuff around the car,
Scraping the snow of which I had not planned,
We needed the car to not go too far.
So down the town I drove on the white roads,
Not much traffic around to be seen,
Into the car park where spaces there were loads,
The white stuff covered the park in a sheen.
Yes the snow had come to cause us new hell,
But its beauty covered us with its spell.