The Winter Storm
Usually Texas is a sunny place
We seldom burn the fireplace
A great storm came and changed its face
Now we burn the fireplace
The wood we burn is from the farm
I gather it with saw and carried it with arm
I piled it up on a summer day
Knowing that my work surely would pay
Rain the sleet came in the night
Temperatures fell to a create frightful sight
The furnace toiled all threw the day
At night the fireplace would have its say
Log after log were fed to give more heat
We gathered near the fire so sweet
Soon my wood began to dwindle
Consumed by the fire like a thief with a swindle
The ashes were cleared with special care
A dropped ember could give one a terrible scare
A new fire was lit and began to take hold
The warmth it gave was better than gold
Texas has snow, which is not a good sign
It stopped my sunning, for which I pine
My walks are shorter and require a coat
If a Yankee could see me, he really would gloat
A Texan on ice is not a good thing
But wait a minute I think I smell spring!
The Cold Professor