Snow be gone, go away,
Never come again, I say.
I can't go walk, nor even pee,
And snow, you're all I ever see.
So go away, with you I'm done,
I'm ready for blue skies and sun.
Dear Diary, This, from Mom: Gracie, you wouldn't know a bunny if you ran into one. She's speaking of my poor eyesight, I'm pre...