For those of you living in the tropic of Capricorn
You may have braved the occasional passing storm
But as the sun shines her natural high
An envy twinkles in your eye
Oh how you admire the northern sky
A reverie you'll never see in the winters of morn
For those of you living under ocean or sea
Though you're maybe a fish and fish can't read
Tell me, are you pissed cause you're always wet
Though it's never rained, at least not yet
Oh you've heard of winter-ice as disease you can get
From Gill the Wise Seahorse, he's one hundred and three
For those of you living in the heat of the desert
Where yesterday's temperature set a universal record
Where a whisper of snow is naught but myth
I have some advice to give
Find a new place to live
Unless you like the stick of sweat, then I guess you better sweater
Have you ever encountered a winter so lovely
Those icy fjords and white mountains make the perfect little cup of tea
Still unconvinced, well let me ask you
Where're you from, oh shit, Nebraska
For more on cold weather, just ask Alaska
It's all wind-snow, cabin-glow, the purest discovery