Snowmobile

oh little snowmobile leaving your tracks don't go getting bogged down when you're driving off the path driving off the path no we weren't ready for winter to come when you leave the only certain trail all of the signs of life leave their details the fox will pee right in the snow and that's how you know that he's been there oh little snowmobile ducking by the pine you better keep your compass near to point you in a line point you in a line because when it's so cold and the stars at night shine unfettered by the city's haze you point with your mitten hand to the milky way the torn feathers of a partridge who was lost in thought when the coyote came oh little snowmobile mixing oil and gas i don't know what the ratio is and it feels too late to ask oh little snowmobile the spring is coming soon oh little snowmobile the spring is coming