It’s minus ten Fahrenheit;

We drag a sled

Filled with hot dogs and beer

A mile through the woods

To the frozen pond;

We start a bonfire on the ice,

To stay warm,

And cook the hot dogs

On a stick over the open fire;

They say that causes cancer, you know.

It’s so cold

That our beers keep freezing,

And beer slush doesn’t taste that great

At minus ten F.

We give it a go anyway,

Then pass ‘round the bottle

Of Blackhaus schnapps

And cheer.

DR organizes the weekend every year

And one of his friends 

Is asking who we all are,

One by one.

He asks if Joe and I are married

Which is funny

Because Joe and I are friendly

But don’t talk to each other much;

But I guess married people

Don’t talk to each other much, either.

Joe says that his wife is at home.

“And where is your husband?”

The friend asks me.

“I don’t have a husband,”

I answer.

DR shows his support:

“If he was here, we’d have to shoot him.”

Cheers all ‘round.