In the sun it’s boiling hot;
In the shade it’s cold.
Don’t think I complain a lot
Just because I’m old.
My two brothers live here; one
Loves all the mountains’ range
Of weather, from when snow’s begun
In summertime, so strange.
The other doesn’t live so high;
It’s warmer, but still crazy.
One minute there’s a clear blue sky;
Next minute, all is hazy.
The temps, they toggle up and down
By varying degrees
And when you’re in a mountain town,
Just be prepared to freeze.
It’s hard to know how one should dress
With fluctuations so.
This weather can cause mucho stress
Unless you let it go.
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