NEW HAMPSHIRE POEM
It’s winter in the White Mountains
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At thirty-five below.
Oh, how I love New Hampshire
When the snow’s up to your butt
You take a breath of winter air
And your nose gets frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I’ll hang around
I could never leave New Hampshire
Cause I’m frozen to the ground.