It's winter in Yellowstone
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At twenty-five below
Oh, how I love Yellowstone
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 Yellowstone
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground!!
~author unknown
(Passed on to me by a friend; if you know the origin please tell me!)
5 months ago
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