It's winter in Pennsylvania and the gentle breezes blow, Thirty freaking miles an hour at twenty-five below.
Oh, how I love Pennsylvaniawhen the snow's up to your butt,
You take a breath of winter and your nose gets frozen shut!!
Yes, the weather here is wonderful so I guess I'll hang around,
I could never leave Pennsylvaniabecause I'm frozen to the ground!
I swear, by my life and my love of it, that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for mine. - Ayn Rand