It's winter in New England
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
at twenty-five below.
Oh, how I love New England
When the snows 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 New England
'cuz I'm frozen to the ground!
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