In a world of many weathers, my weathers are boring.
In a very deep sleep and I began snoring.
I lay my head on my fluffy pillow,
And all I could dream is the longing for snow.

In my country, it's windy and wet,
And sunny season roles in and we all get the rush of sweat.
Although it's never and excuse to fete, I bet.
Like dreadful flees in an old woman's hair net.

Now when it gets dark in places with high grass.
A never ending buzz from a friend that's night fast.
Who's very annoying and loves to have you below,
A cover, because they are mosquitoes.

Just two weathers, two plucked bird feathers.
That fall to the ground but not ignored by anyone.
Imagine spring time when the flowers bloom,
And autumn night when we'll stare at the moon.

And the falling of the leaves, down they go!
To prepare the natures instruments for the coming of snow.
But the best time of all is known as the summer,
Due to it's end and school reopen, that's just a huge bomber.

Any way of all things, I will always love my sports.
My favorite's football, because I just love scoring.
But I awoke from my sleep and an end to the snoring.
Back to a world with many weathers, but my weathers are boring