It’s winter in Rochester
And the gentle breezes blow,
70 miles per hour at 52 below!
Oh how I love Rochester
When the snow’s up to your butt.
You take a breath of Winter air
And your nose it freezes shut
Yes, the weather here is wonderful,
So I guess I’ll hang around.
But I could never leave Rochester
‘Cause I’m frozen to the ground!!!

Adapted from “Winter in New England,” original author unknown.