Winter hath blown her frozen fury again.
Making man hibernate deep in his den.
And in this season of frost and freezy beard...
there is a rumble of war and smoke to be heard.
Icy wind and snow and flake
making the homeland look like a frosted a cake.
A galloning of gas and a choking of engine
must needs be performed before war can begin (-gin?)
Put on gloves, hats and just the right gear
the wind blows a bit harder as if to scream in fear
A yank on the rope and again then she fires
pull down the lever, here comes THE DESTROYER!
Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Here's a nice shot of the homestead:
