Our interesting weather adds some spice
With snow, too cold to throw, that turns to ice,
We feel fast winds, both bothersome and nice,
Soon, streets take on a fascinating form,
Some aching, frozen bones may beg, "reform!"
When dry, the dust flies by like locusts swarm,
But, if we're bad, then Edmonton is twice.
And yet, the climate holds us like a vice.
As, moisture in our skin, we sacrifice.
How can we yet survive such warm and cold?
What is our secret strength we guard, untold?
What unknown clay uniquely formed our mould?
What great endurance helps us make it through?
Have we been numbed until we have no clue?
Are we just anti-frozen with much brew?
Is it because it slows our growing old?
Or maybe we're just hearty types, and bold...
Why is our property so dearly sold?
Noblesse oblige, perhaps, from blood turned blue?
Is Cowtown mum, or do we udder "moo"?
O'er questions such as this do thin bloods stew.
The truth, in fact, is clear and plain to all
But we, we see, as if from mountains, tall,
No secret, this, to us, we need not stall,
Who watch as wind, both warm and wicked, blows
Who drink Bow water which, from glaciers, flows,
Who wade in weather from our heads to toes,
We realize as winter covers fall:
We heed the mighty season's mottled call:
We've learned from being in the cold snaps' thrall:
We must go through it, as through us, it goes.
Who learns by being there's the one who knows.
The Stampede City folk beat Eskimoes!
We, thusly, wend our ways from year to year,
Indeed, we show, we hold our weather dear,
So, happily, my friends, we raise a beer,
Enjoying winter, with no sign of fear!
And toast this place of skiing, snow and cheer!
And stockpile every kind of winter gear!
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