I think that I shall never see
A month as bad as February
As months go, it's a nasty sort
It's only merit is that it's short
It celebrates rodents near the start
Then in the middle - nothing but heart
Which really sucks for we who are single
Who'd rather hibernate with pringles
Oh February, February, how cruel thou art
Take your cutesy woodchucks and fluffy hearts
And go stuff yourself you wretched month
While I curl up on my couch, and on pringles munch.
