Sitting in front of the woodstove and feeling the heat Comfy slippers are now in my feet Staring at the flames dancing in the old firebox My feet are warm in my nice woolen socks
A February evening at the cottage and feeling no pain Watching Coach's Corner with Cherry and Maclean The Leafs and the Habs are tied at a goal apiece Life is good all bundled up in wool and fleece
Looking out the front window, the snow is quickly drifting I'm warm and cozy inside and it's quite uplifting Feeling like a good old Northern Ontario pioneer I'm cheerful and smiling as I crack open a beer
Suddenly a dreadful feeling comes over me I must run to the outhouse since I can't let it be But nature calls and the cold sure is numbing As I now sit here wishing I had indoor plumbing