It doesn't snow here, Tyson said
As he took the hat off of my head.
No big drifts or flakes galore,
No scraping windshields anymore.
Things cannot freeze, it's much too warm,
Driving will not do you harm.
It doesn't snow, we're so convinced!
Our budget for plows has been minced.
And as for salt we don't have any,
'Cause we are environmentally friendly.
(sorry that one didn't rhyme so well)
There'll be no alerts or frosty bite,
No Bing Crosby dreaming of white.
It doesn't snow here, was the warning,
Is it something I'll be mourning?
No that's ok, I like the rain,
I can live without seeing snow again.
And that's the story of how I know,
Here in Vancouver, we get no snow.