WHY I LOVE MICHIGAN AT CHRISTMAS TIME
When it’s Christmas time in Michigan ,
And the gentle breezes blow,
About fifty miles an hour,
And it’s twenty-two below.
You can tell you’re in Michigan cause the snow’s up to your butt.
And you take a breath of Christmas air,
And your nose holes, both freeze shut.
The weather here is wonderful,
So I guess I’ll hang around,
Besides I could NEVER leave my Michigan,
Cuz my feet are frozen to the ground.