Stop that there, ya hear?
It’s not time for more snow
until I tell you
it’s time for more snow.

Last time you didn’t heed my wishes,
I was forced to raise my voice
and bang on the pots and pans for four hours,

to the chagrin of my family and next-door neighbors.
Only when you finally decided to pull
that cloud from over my neighborhood
did I relent. I’m fully prepared to do the same again,

even if it means the cops will have to get in on the action.