My brother died upon a tongue br br But now I with my legions come br br Pelting down like frosty rain br br with drifts up to your window pane. br br br br Your women to the market race br br As if food won’t be seen again br br And you make your Home Depot run br br As if some salt will stop my friends br br br br We clog your walks and bury cars br br And all your transportation snarl br br With Blizzard force my winds do blow br br blinding those who walk below. br br br br No force of Sanitation will br br chase us hence from whence we spill br br Nor shall your shovels pitiful br br Make much dent in what we will. br br br br br br Your plans all ruined- Quel Domage! br br Stay inside for all I care br br Venture out to shovel me br br And freeze your butt off if you dare..br br John F.