Snow, snow! How the winds blow.
Across the sky the white flakes go.
Their steps are fast--their steps are slow--
They mean some mischief, that I know.
Cold, cold! Jack Frost is bold.
He nips the toes of young and old.
But better laugh than cry and scold.
Come for a slide with me. Take hold!
Run, run! The slide is done.
We'll warm ourselves without the sun.
Now snow is here and frost's begun,
The Winter will be splendid fun.