- Frosty flakes, like icy webs
- Fall straight down from the sky --
- I catch some with my tongue
- And others pass right by.
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- My hands, inside my crusty mittens,
- Build a snow fort and a tree
- While my bright-cheeked, red-nosed cousins
- Dress a whole snow cavalry.
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- We laugh and yell and run around
- Within our snowy homes
- 'Til Mother serves hot chocolate
- In silver pots with silver domes.
