I’m glad to see you Mr. Jones
But why on earth are you still here?
I thought you would leave now that you’re grown
But you brave this place without fear
Mr. Jones, I’m curious. Why didn’t you leave?
All of your other friends did
They went to Florida or Brazil I believe
But it’s like leaving is something you’d forbid
Tell me Mr. Jones, why you of all
Would be the one to stay?
However, I’m glad you didn’t leave in the fall
Your vibrance brightens my day
Mr. Jones, you’re a gift to the eyes
A treat for those who can find you
Even if the snow is your disguise
You’ve given this tundra a bright view