A blizzard named Jonas came here
Making all of the good people fear.
They hid in their houses
Like wee bitty mouses
For the worst storm to happen this year!

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First the cold winds began to blow
Then as the sun set, it started to snow
Mother nature dropped plenty
One hundred and ten feet, no twenty!
Finally, a hush fell on this land of woe.

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Not a single creature stirred
Not a peep from a bird
Not a breath
In this land of death
Had they vanished without a word?

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A movement breaks the Silent Mass
Could it be signs of life at last?
A single child – no, a whole community
Working together, what could it be?
Why, they’re shipping snow cones to Mexico, first class!