And the gentle breezes blow,
About seventy miles an hour
And it's fifty-two below.
You can tell you're in Saskatchewan
'cause the snow's up to your butt,
And you take a breath of winter air
And your noseholes both freeze shut.
The weather here is wonderful,
So I guess I'll hang around,
I could never leave Saskatchewan
My feet are frozen to the ground.
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