I wouldn't mind a bit of snow,
oh please,
not the stuff you shove up your nose,
I mean the stuff that goes under your skis.

Someone sees something in everything
but some things to someone are everything.

It's nearly Winter and now it's as warm as toast
one goes out in the morning dressed like an Eskimo
and comes home in the evening melting like a baked Alaska.

Never knowing what to wear wears me out when I'm out in the wrong outfit but when I stay in I don the smoking jacket with a packet of fig newtons in the pocket, fat or thin, out or in, it's all about the weather in the end.