Heading outside to throw a few. 

Dug this hidden Devo jewel out and gave it a listen. 

Clever songwriters.

Snowball

Mark Mothersbaugh & Gerald Casale

My baby took our love
And then she rolled it up
Rolled it up a hill
Like a ball of snow
Like a snowball grows
Until it gets too big
Until she lost control
And it rolled back down
And it rolled back down
And it rolled back down
And it rolled back down

She took a tiny bit
And rolled it up again
Slower than before
She went a step too far
She had to let it go
I saw it go straight down
My baby turned around
Started up again
Started up again
Started up again
Started up again

Eyes were made for looking'
Hands were made for holdin'
Hearts were made for lovin'
Lips were made for kissin'
Legs were made for walkin'
Tracks were made to follow
That's what I'm gonna do
Two tracks
In the snow
Two tracks
Up that hill
My heart broke
When my baby left
Two tracks behind

I will make one cloud white softball sized snowball and bring it inside when my arm finally gives in and cries out for help. While wet mittens and boots dry and steam by the fire, I will study the frozen marshmallow white sphere while it rests dying on a big blue plate. The achy tearful scent of Ben Gay will flavor the sips of hot cocoa while I ponder the snowball and listen to everything it has to say.