That snowflakes on her tongue
Taste sweet like sugarcoated ice,
Enticed to be so young.
They build their igloos,
Men of snow with limbs of trees for arms
Oh, the pleasures, winter has
For lad and lass – the charms!
They huddle close to warm their toes
By fireside, they hovel.
While parents freeze their hands and knees
To find the buried shovel!
Arghhhhhhhhh!
Who's volunteering to dig this stuff
So we can get to the store?
YIKES! Make it stop! It's pretty but
Enough is enought! No more!
