'Tis the Season

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The other day, I waxed poetic about the signs of spring: crocuses and all that. A friend on Facebook mentioned baseball spring training as another sign of spring, and today, I remembered another one: potholes. Here, for your reading — and singing — pleasure, a song, sung to the tune of "Deck the Halls."

‘Tis the season to dodge potholes

      Fa la la la la , la la la la!

Deeper than the Great War’s foxholes

      Fa la la la la , la la la la

Broad enough to eat a Smart Car

      Fa la la, la la la, la la la!

While we dare not travel too far.

      Fa la la la la, la la la la!

Here is a wider view of the pothole pictured at the top of this post.
It is 200 feet (60m) deep.
I think I drove past it today.

And, finally, because I come across these things while I'm blogging and can't help sharing them with you, the word "troll" in the traditional Christmas carol means, "To sing the parts in succession, as of a round, a catch, and the like; also, to sing loudly, freely or in a carefree way."(Wiktionary)

So go ahead and troll the modern, pothole carol!