Before the dawn, as the snowflakes fall,
With a mug of hot coffee in my grip,
I wait to hear the announcer’s call.
With the hot clay mug pressed to my lip,
Into a deep prayer I do slip.
Please Dear Lord don’t let them say
That the bus for this street can’t make the trip
And all four of my children have no school today.
Oh, they will be happy to stay home and play.
For they can go out and war in the snow
I managed to live through this just yesterday.
So to a day of learning I hope they do go.

As the sun rises, I feel a faint smile appear,
When the news of no school closings becomes very clear.