Although the white stuff’s almost gone, The problems linger on and on, A glimpse of winter made us cold, Yet global warming don’t grow old..
Today the snow is rare and a treat, To some it’s cool and fun and sweet. Yet winter isn’t what it was, Before pollution smothered the fuzz.
We know that cars and planes leak dirt, Gallons of filth they seem to squirt, Into the sky, warming it greatly, Causing less traditional winters lately.
I miss when snow came all the time, When streets were not so full of grime, When snow was not a lovely surprise, I miss those beautiful arctic skies.