Ski Weekends

We’ve got our boots and fresh white snow.

We’re in the car and off we go!

We’re gonna ski until the sun

Is dark, we’re cold, and then we’re done.

We’re going to slide across the ice

First left, then right, a swish, a slice,

Until we say “I’ve got this, ace!”

That’s when we’ll fall right on our face.

We’re wet and weak, our feet are sore.

We cannot ski a minute more.

We’re in the car, a happy mess

And that’s how we define success.