Chestnuts blighted, and catching fire
Jack shit amounts of snow
Yore-like snow maps, being sent by a weenie
And folks dressed up like Key Largo
Everybody knows, some toucans and forsythia
Helps to make the season right
Weenie cops, obsessed with MJO
Will find it hard to sleep tonight
They know the Grinch storm, is on its way
It’s melting lots of ice and snowmen in just a day
And every mother plays, John Mayer on a drive
As the temp and dewpoint, both hit fifty-five