It’s super cold
The land is blanketed in snow both new and old
A temperature only a few creatures can stand
Brought by old man winter and his rockin band
The beat of hail falling from the sky brings dents to the icy floors
While the whistling wind flies free without barriers or doors
And when the cold hearted man sings his words
The land becomes unfit for even the most winter hardened bears and birds
His songs are soundless
But they are far from dangerless
The lyrics are seen throughout the frozen realm
With nothing but snow and ice at the helm
In truth, his songs will never end
Only twist, turn, and bend
For he and his mates will never grow truly old
Which means for now and forever, it’s super cold