Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening: Chuck Norris Style

Original by Robert Frost:
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Chuck Norris:

I'm here in the woods, maybe trespassing
I don't care, he won't see me.
Superman in his pajamas with me on them would be cold,
I'm not. It's just 0 degrees out here. Nothing special.
My horse says to me "why are you stopping?"
(Yeah my horse can talk)
I tell it to shut up.
These are some nice woods.
I have a 1,000 miles to run in a few seconds before
what some call sleep, but Chuck Norris calls waiting