|Not the right kind of biscuits|
to shovel all the snow from underneath the tree;
the tree is large and mighty, with a large spread.
Shovel all of this? To earn my daily bread?
You see, now, what this storm means in all our lives,
a chance to shovel 'til hearts content, and get some cold hives.
Fun for all the way I see it. It's money in the bank.
But I don't understand at all, and that's being frank.
Useless work on useless stuff, unless you ski a lot;
hey, it's them ski guys, I think I see a plot.
Ski guys, they wear those masks when they rob the banks;
catch them, catch them all and give them 30 spanks.
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction (as if you didn't know). It is not intended to cast
blame on ski guys.