Remember when I was whining about it getting cold here? (yes, we rememember, like it was yesterday, replies the group)

Well I start the car to defrost it, I bundle up the baby, (remember to take the garbage can to the curb), and get in the car to hear this. (warning, sound).

I heart my radio station.

She was afraid to come out in the open,
And so a blanket around her she wore,
She was afraid to come out to the open,
And so she sat bundled up on the shore.

Now she’s afraid to come of the water,
And I wonder what she’s gonna to do,
Now she’s afraid to come out of the water,
And the poor little girl’s turning blue.