By G.D. Maxwell
Everyone down in Whistler liked Winter a lot.
But the Bush living south of the border, did not!
Young Bush hated winter! The whole Winter season!
Now please dont ask why. To question hims treason!
It could be his heart wasnt in the right place.
It could be, perhaps, the cold wrinkled his face.
But I think that the most likely reason of all,
May have been that his brain was two sizes too small.
Whatever the reason, Im sure I dont know,
He sat in the Oval Office, dreading the snow.
Staring out squinting hard with a stunned, normal look,
He feared that the answer might lie in a book.
For he knew every Shredder in all Mountain Towns,
Was praying for snow, for a chance to slide down.
"Theyre waxing their boards and preparing their gear."
"For Winter is coming, its practically here."
Then he scowled, furrowed his brow, and said, frantically humming,
"I MUST find some way to stop Winter from coming!"
For soon, very soon, he knew it would start snowing
If not he was sure the snow guns would start blowing.
And then! Oh, the COLD! Oh, the COLD! COLD! COLD! COLD!
That was one thing he hated! The COLD! COLD! COLD! COLD!
Then the Shredders, the Skiers, would all jump for joy
Theyd leave their warm houses, theyd ride their best toy.
Theyd WHOOP and theyd HOLLER, like some ancient beast,
Which was something the Bush couldnt stand in the least.
And then theyd do something he liked least of all!
Every Shredder and Skier, theyd have quite a ball.
Theyd relive the day, theyd remember it clear,
Theyd bask in the glory, all feeling no fear.
Theyd drink and tell lies and they might start to sing.
Theyd stay until closing and Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing!
And the more the Bush thought of this whole Winter fling,
The more he just knew he must stop this bad thing.
"Why, for all of my life Ive hated the snow!"
"Ive got to stop winter! Its all got to go!"
Then he got an idea. An awful idea.
The Bush got a wonderful, awful idea.
"I know what Ill do!" Georgie laughed right out loud.