Think we need to see some pink.
That snow is making spirits sink.
And all that ice! It isn’t nice.
So when will it melt? Let’s roll the dice.
Gray skies cloud our view.
November’s cold. Fall’s turned old.
Still, we’re in the pink.
Feeling in the pink.
Monday’s grand when I’m near sand.
Good thing I can dream.
Some days I look down.
Glad I do, there’s so much new.
Pink blooms bury frowns.
Rise and shine my friend.
This day’s grand. Let’s hit the sand.
Someone’s in the pink.