Shame on You, Old Man Winter

                                            

Shame on you, Old Man Winter,

What have you done with our sun?

Shame on you, Old Man Winter,

For clouding our blue sky.

Shame on you, Old Man Winter,

You creep through the cracks of our homes

And whistle through the trees.

Shame on you, Old Man Winter,

For taking away our sun,

Our hands are chapped

Our skin goose-bumped

Our coats forever buttoned.

Shame on you, Old Man Winter,

For taking away our sun

The light is gone

Our days are dark

Even the moon hides.

Shame on you, Old Man Winter,

For taking away our sun

The streets are damp

The grass dead

The plants shriveled and brown

Shame on you, Old Man Winter,

For taking away our sun

Shame on you.