It's winter in Sask.
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At forty-five below.
Oh, how I love Sask.
When the snow's 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 Sask.
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground!!
A friend sent this poem to us by e-mail which I just read tonight. It's appropriate as right now the temperature is -33 with a windchill making it feel like -46!
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