He looked down upon the Euro
 
	  And said "Say a prayer for snow"
 
	She handed him a cold one, whispered:
 
	   "God will help the Bros"
 
	He could see the models running
 
	   And said "This sure looks like rain..
 
	 If its 33 and drizzly, 
 
	   I will never track again.
 
	 
 
	There were seven models running
 
	  On the laptop of the Bro
 
	He was praying the eight fifty
 
	  Would be cold enough for snow.
 
	When the models stopped, and his vision cleared
 
	  He passed out upon the floor
 
	For the seven models running
 
	  Showed eighteen to twenty-four.