“Again with this thing? Can’t it go away already? Winter, please, exit to the left, and let spring arrive!” Gun Roswell

It’s snowing again!

Oh winter, oh winter
Please go away
As I don’t think I am bitter
But to be honest
I wish you to be gone-st
I really loved you at first
Now I am dying of thirst
Of a summer that is
The warm and colours
All them flowery odours
So hear me plead
And be gone!
Please!