Winter Morning
Winter is the king of showmen,
Turning tree stumps into snowmen.
And houses into birthday cakes
And spreading sugar over lakes.
Smooth and clean and frosty white,
The world looks good enough to bite
That's the season to be young,
Catching snowflakes on your tongue.
Snow is so snowy when it's snowing,
I'm sorry it's slushy when it's going.