Poetry Time

My sister passed this along to me. It was written by an Albertan, identity unknown.

It's winter in Alberta
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At thirty-five below.
Oh, how I love Alberta
When the snow's up to your butt
You take a breath of winter
And your nose gets frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I'll hang around
I could never leave Alberta
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground.