How many times must I ask you to sit down?
I know you like your hair, and your snow white gown
Where the heck are you going?
For the past five days it’s been snowing
How are you ever going to get up the drive?
You’ll be lucky if you make it out alive
However, we have a flying snow shovel
It’ll get you up and away from our little hovel
You stand on the shovel and twist the handle
Now, you’re flying high, like a fireball from a Roman candle
The shovel is a sacred artifact
It’s been in the family since the Anti-Comintern pact
The pact was between Germany and Japan in 1936
The same year that Franklin D. Roosevelt invented pick up sticks
There was a lot going on in the world right then
But the shovel saved our lives over and over again
It flew us to Holland, England, and the USA
Too bad we’d get shot down if we flew over the US today
But, you can fly yourself out of here on the shovel today
Just stay close to the ground, look up, and take time to pray