A glorious day, no need for a coat,
Light, powder puff clouds in the sky,
The flowers beginning at last to step out
Now I just have to ask why??

Why is it only 20 degrees,
With eight inches of snow on the way,
Ice covers the trees, it's crystal delight,
But what happened to yesterday??

The birds are not too happy,
They left their warm home in the south,
Now they have to break through snow,
Just to try to fill that small mouth.

The baths they took left them frozen,
Now they'll have colds and sneezing fits,
Their feathers frozen - not ruffled,
They've even lost the lice and their nits.

Welcome to March in Western New York,
It's a beautiful place to be
But this time of year it's hard to solve,
This perpetual mystery.