The Minnesota winter makes great heroes of us all;
Knowing we survived it gives us right to stand up tall.
The blast of arctic wind chill and the minus temp’ratures,
Along with lack of sunshine make us frostbite connoisseurs.
Working outside in the polar currents is a breeze.
(If you wear ten layers of thick flannel you’ll not freeze.)
Eat a hearty breakfast, drink hot choc’late by the quart,
And in the highest snowbanks you’ll play horseshoes, you’ll cavort!
We feel sorry for all those now stuck on tropic beaches,
Making do with coconuts and flimsy linen breeches.
It is almost shameful to be happy when outdoors,
Unless you are encased in puffy Gore-Tex under drawers.