OH, THE WEATHER outside is frightful,
The heat wave brutal and spiteful.
Our crops have no water to grow—
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!
Looks like the heat wave ain’t stoppin’,
Our dust-storm coughs are a-whoppin’.
All fish went extinct long ago—
For the love of sweet Christ, let it snow!
I’M DREAMING OF an ozone layer,
Just like the one I used to know,
Which kept out UV rays,
Before aerosol sprays,
And allowed for actual snow.
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