Climactic Climatic Weather Man

I love the sparkle in his eyes

When he tells us of the skies

His hair is neat, a touch of grey

While he describes the cloudy day

He talks so clear and bright

As he reports the day and night

I don't want to see him go

Monitor the tornado!

He is hot like summer's day

He's never cold a smile away

To the nines he dresses tight

Telling when to fly a kite

I have a crush on weatherman

I see him any chance I can

I wish he'd blow my weather horn

Oh I'd show him a thunderstorm!