Except for a certain little four-year-old girl, who sprang through the house,
Crying, "It's snowing, it's snowing!" with utter delight.
She sprang to the window, exclaiming with joy,
bouncing up and down like a wind-up toy.
As quickly as she could rouse her dad and her mom,
she had them scurrying to dress her up nice and warm.
Donned with boots, gloves, coat, hat,
she fearlessly braves the cold and the wet.
Within minutes returning to bang on the glass,
with a rallying cry to join her repast!
So Mom and Dad bundled up, too,
building a snowman and admiring the view,
Of snowflakes wending their way from the skies
and a happy little girl with sparkling dark eyes.
2 comments:
you must write a book somehow, someday!!!
Thanks! Maybe one day....
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