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The summer birds begin to pack,
As Autumn welcomes Winter back,
And somewhere in the great beyond,
A fairy waves her magic wand,
To hail the snow that waits no more,
To fall for skiiers to adore.
The leaves give up their grip of life,
The air is cutting like a knife,
And all that once was green and growing,
Comes to an end when it starts snowing.

From every City far and wide,
Folks come to see the countryside,
And marvel at the chance to be,
Young at heart and worry -free,
They sing and dance and laugh and play,
And make the most of every day,
Whilst back at home they wait their turn,
To practice skills they've yet to learn,
To do a red - but so much faster,
No more a pupil - now the master.

So now we wait to greet December,
With all the skill we must remember,
To turn and twist and stop as well,
And try to do a parallel.
To use the drag as it's intended,
Skis together, looking splendid,
Miles of smiles and friends forever,
Sharing natures finest weather,
And although this saying I really hate,
I have to say - I JUST CAN'T WAIT

PP