Hurrah for the snow day!
It snowed six feet or more!
So I’d say there’s no way
The school opens its doors.
Rules are rules, I follow them,
And there it says nice and plain:
“When it storms and snow comes
School doors shall remain chained.”
I look out through my window
And see the buried mountain top,
No matter that those winds blow
At a distance, school must stop!
No matter that here far below
It’s all too dry and scorching hot,
All matters that we follow those
Lovely rules without a thought.