Not to be smug, but...
(Clears throat. Taps mike.)
Is this thing on? Yes? Okay...
(To the tune of "I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree")
I think that I shall never say
Two words as potent as "Snow day,"
Whose possibilities are outspread
Like finals hanging overhead
I normally scorn such wastes of time
Especially in this wintry clime
I'd rather have the school year done
And bask beneath the summer sun
But now I've got a nap to take
--Oh, hell! Until my children wake
Yes, there's the reason I'm so blue
My children got a snow day, too!