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