• The snowflakes fall in various angles
    The windbells clank with resonating jangles
    The air frothed with frost which freezes each breeze
    While every little child squeezes out each sneeze

    The city reflecting with cold light
    The ground pierces the eye so bright
    Until the night
    Each battle a glistening fight

    Ice stalagmites down gutters
    As an old lady mutters
    'Curse old man winter'
    'And Curse these icy splinters'

    As night falls
    Away the kids crawl
    For another winter day they bawl
    Excited for another snow brawl
    In their blankets, layered and thick
    Sleeping with a cold nick