Nicholas Cajun (Stole the Declaration of Pizzapendence!)
Winter will always come around eventually And People like me don't take to it with ease so kindly Its far too cold for comfort and I think too much About the air that I breath About the air that I breath About the Air that I breath About the sword I unsheathe About the ground underneath That caves in when I try to stand When I don't have your hand When there is no reprimand