Heigh-ho!

Snow on the Marsh

Ideas for getting rid of the snow mountains and unshoveled walks:

Boy and Girl Scouts—put those kids to work dammit. Have them earn snow clearing badges for Bast's sake!
Ship it—I understand Northern California is having an unprecedentedly dry, warm winter. Surely they'd welcome our record setting bounty. Right?

Flamethrowers—we should all have personal flamethrowers to clear those treacherous sidewalks. Mine will be eggplant hued and fit nicely, handily in my backpack.

Raccoon Island

Patience—this'll all be no more than a hard memory in a couple of months. Patience? Nah, Hell will freeze over before I'm a calm, tolerant soul.  HEY! Let's ship all of the white stuff to Hell—bet the fuckers down there'd appreciate a break. Eh?
   

Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind

Act II, Scene 7 from As You Like It

~William Shakespeare

Blow, blow, thou winter wind.

Thou art not so unkind

As man’s ingratitude;

Thy tooth is not so keen,

Because thou art not seen,

Although thy breath be rude.

Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:

Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:

Then, heigh-ho, the holly!

This life is most jolly.

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,

That dost not bite so nigh

As benefits forgot:

Though thou the waters warp,

Thy sting is not so sharp

As friend remember’d not.

Heigh-ho! sing, &c.