
When will it snow? Will we ever know?
Leaving everywhere white over. Watch-
Ing the children build snowmen. Sledging
Down the hills, watching people get their
Thrills.
Making it sludgy underfoot. Seeing the
Snow fall off the trees, give me snow,
Give plenty, please – the more snow we
Get the more I feel at ease.
Wintertime is meant for fun. How I’d hate
The sun to melt the snow. But it will come
Again I am sure – that magical white stuff
That is so pure.
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