“Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight,
At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more,
When he bears his teeth, winter meets its death,
And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.”
-The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe
It’s been a hard winter
Shake your mane
Five long months of
Heavy snow, biting wind
Shake your mane
Schools close
Roads slow
Boughs break
Shake your mane
Tears don’t flow
They freeze
Holding cold hands
Joints crack like pavement
Shake your mane
