Trip Shakespeare - Lyrics

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Snow Days

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It's coming down

Snow pains on the motor veins

Keeps your business on the ground

It's coming down

Slow day for the teacher

And her wheels are spinning now

On account of winter, Mrs. Braintree

All the roads are closed

And the stores are loot for vagabonds

It's coming down

Go home!

It's coming down

Snow lays on the chainfields

There's a blessing on the ground

It's coming down

If your lanes are crammed with children

There's a blessing on your town

On a lucky Monday, Mrs. Braintree

All your lanes are waxen silver

And the stores are loot for vagabonds

It's coming down

Go home! Go home and take a snow day, Mrs. Braintree!

Mrs. Braintree, you're a chilly northern woman

Go home from yonder bus stop

Because there's a blessing on the ground

Mrs. Braintree, it is written

When the snows come over Dixie

All the roads are closed and the stores are loot for vagabonds.

It's coming down

Snow lays on the chainfields

There's a blessing on the ground

It's coming down

If your road's patrolled by children

There's no order to be found

On account of winter, Mrs. Braintree

All the roads are closed

And the stores are loot for vagabonds

It's coming down

Go home!

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