That poem 'bout oak trees, acorn fruit,
and cold weather prediction,
As I said then, 'tis here now,
White flakes are falling fast.
I knew it would and sure enough it did,
Winter has come to pass,
Snow covers the leaves, snow covers the ground,
And snow covers all of the grass.
New York's first snowfall, has fallen now,
It happened November 10th,
Far as I'm concerned, it'd be just fine,
If that snowfall was the last!