YEAH YEAH YEAH, may I say I love snow, and isn't this a lovely one? 

I see a crow -- a big black crow sitting in the midst of the fluffy white stuff, and he's got to be thinking, "I wish I was in Florida."  But, not me.  No sir ree.  I have a deep admiration for the thing which lets me ride with the wind in my face, feeling the chill go up my back, as snow flies around me -- I AM THE WHITE GHOST flying through the field and bounding over snow drifts.  I AM FREE!