January came today
And though I like to try
I can’t quite recall to say
Just when she dropped on by.
She says to us “Spring is near”
But we plunge into the cold
Soon enough, it’s all too clear
That we’re in for ice and snow.
Yet, somehow, despite the cold
We warm up to her at last
And when she says “I must go”
We long for our snowy past.
