Snowblower Concerto

She knows it's not wise,

She knows it's not advised,

But that is the nature of the being.

To suit her own follies,

She is not ashamed,

But often does feel guilty.

She says she's through,

But turns back to you,

Learning to accept her foibles.

The bright things she churns,

Through mud creeks and clover

Stun her like the sun at noon.

Hey Ha.  Hey Ha.  Hey Ha.  

Hey Ha.  Hey Ha.

Hey Hey Ha.  Hey Hey Ha.  

Hey Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha .Ha.

Ha. Ha. Ha. Hey Ha. Hey Ha.  

Hey Ha. 

Hey Ha.

Hey hey hey hey Ha.

Hey hey Ha.

Hey

hey

ha.