The sun and heat are turning all
The ice and snow to puddle
But this warm-up is presenting me
With a strange kind of muddle
The temperatures are higher
Exactly as I was expecting
But not in my expectations?
That I would begin melting.
I thought I must have run too fast
But that liquid wasn’t sweat
My skin and all my clothes
Were absolutely soaking wet
I figured I was melting
When my nose had gotten small
If the forecast calls for warm I’ll lose
My hair, my feet, my all.
The weather for today
Will even worsen my sad mess
If the weatherman is right
By tonight I will be less
If I could get on Oprah's show
This is what I’d say,
“I’ll show you how a little spring
Can melt my pounds away.”
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