SNOW FIGHTER’S ANTHEM


When the snow flies and the streets go white,
We all know it’s the plow driver’s fight.

We get that call at any hour,
Drive for days on caffeinated power.

Amber lights flashing, plow blades scraping,
Drivable roads are what we are making.

Burning diesel and spreading salt,
Plowing in driveways is not our fault.

White out conditions and black ice,
We pull cars out of the ditch just to be nice.

Citizens please stay home until we are done,
Then take the kiddies out for sledding and fun.

For now we are napping after the long fight,
Until we are called again when the streets are all white.

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