Snowy Winter
The cold, snowy winter
Sniffs, coughs, sneezes
It leaves a beastly frozen land
As the weasel wheezes
He gets up, and skates around
Which way will he go?
Well, I’ll tell you, the answer is
Towards a pile of snow!
Some children in the distance
Are making a snow hare
They throw some snow at Weasel
Who cries out in despair
“Let this, O let this winter
Please just melt away
It’s giving me shivers all over
This is not my kind of day”
I’m with Weasel on this one.
Lovely words, Hugh. Keep them coming! OC