Winter is the time he nips your nose
will it snow?
we never know.
popcorn balls falling from the sky
as the sun picks white sugarplums that fly.
Mr. Frost will make you sneeze
and Mrs. Frost will make you freeze.
A blanket lies on the frozen grass
why do they put Winter last?
little white ballerinas twirling in the air
and now Ms. Winter is sad because she lost her flair.
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