We Haven't Moved Far Enough South Yet

This week we had a few cold days and even a little bit of snow. The snow didn't last very long, but it was just enough to get Molly all out of sorts. She is fairly against winter as general principle. To her family and friends she is known as the Heat Miser. She claims to have the magical ability to ward off cold weather. Well apparently her powers were exhausted this week.

I'm Mrs. Green Christmas
I'm Mrs. Sun
I'm Mrs. Heat Blister
I'm Mrs. Hundred and One
They call me Heat Miser,
What ever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch
I'm too much!

She's Mrs. Green Christmas
She's Mrs. Sun
She's Mrs. Heat Blister
She's Mrs. Hundred and One

They call me Heat Miser,
What ever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch

She's too much!

Thank you!
I never want to see a day
That's under sixty degrees
I'd rather have it eighty,
Ninety, one hundred degrees!
(spoken)
Oh, some like it hot, but I like it
REALLY hot! Hee hee!

She's Mrs. Green Christmas
She's Mrs. Sun

Sing it!

She's Mrs. Heat Blister
She's Mrs. Hundred and One

They call me Heat Miser,
What ever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch
I'm too much!

Too Much!