````Bright, beautiful snow crystals,
`````Filling the air,
````Why do you come dancing,
`````From homes so fair,
````To fall and be trodden on everywhere?=
````"We hurry, we scurry down,
`````From regions bright,
````To clothe the murky old town,
````And bare hills, bleak and brown,
`````In garments white.=
```"And when we are trod on and black,
````Our sweet task o'er,
```We joyously hasten back,
```Dance o'er the homeward track,
````More glad than before."
--M. J. T.