The first snow squall

The first snow squall.

Written or embellished by: Dennis Deschamps

a song for

Family and friend Christmas 2025

On the first snow squall the town folks did say

Watch how you’re driving stay out of my way

The roads and streets were an icy sheet

On a cold winters’ night of rain, snow and sleet

Snow squall, snow squall, snow squall, snow squall

A storm is coming it’s starting to fall

They looked up and saw a car

Stuck in the ditch he didn’t get too far

And up the road at a green light

Someone is texting stopping traffic in spite

Snow squall, snow squall, snow squall, snow squall

A warning is one thing

But it didn’t turn out so well

Snow squall, snow squall, snow squall, snow squall

On the second snow squall it was the same as yesterday

People still bitching, get out of my way

The streets were littered with ice, snow and debris

With abandon cars from a demolition derby

Snow squall, snow squall, snow squall, snow squall

A warning is one thing

But it didn’t turn out so well

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