Channel your inner Elsa as you romanticize the sludgy remnants of a winter beauty.

The snow blows white on the campus tonight

Not a student to be seen

In COVID isolation 

It’s King’s College, but we’re queens 

The wind is howling in the tunnels deep inside

Snowing keeps us in, fear the storm outside

The campus closed, so here we go, 

Grab some trash bins, and jump into the snow

Penis fountains freeze and we 

Run free

Bwog’s in snow, campus snow

Joyful jousts and sleds abound 

Bwog‘s in snow, campus snow

The spirits raised and now

We run free, children invade Lawn B

Let the storm rage on,  

Climate change will kill us all anyway