Arctic Blast

Arctic Blast Bitter now be the wind that blows Frozen fingers and frozen toes Cold is the air that skims our face With frost on grass like feathered lace Each breath exhaled as icy mist So friends with chilly lips are kissed The temperature is dropping down All is draped in a snowy gown Locks are stuck and cars won't start The mercury now off the chart Oh down and further down to go So soon it will be sub-zero It's Jumpers, scarves and woolly socks With no more blouses, shorts or frocks Boots and gloves are our new attire Hot drinks and soup our one desire It's cold, so cold, and colder still To freeze our nose this winter chill Thermometers are falling fast As here it comes, an arctic blast