The sun it sparkles on fields of white
I made it through another night
of wind and cold and snow so white
I plow the streets both up and down
so cars can drive through this darn town
And then the boss says "Not so fast"
the streets are clear but it will not last
The ice is coming from Gods great hand
so now I have to go and sand
But soon this truck I'll put away
Spring is only a wish away!
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