Beautiful little snowflakes, if you could talk to me,
You could tell a great big story of things that you did see,
As you floated round the earth, away up in the sky,
It was many years ago that my mother said: "I see,
Your hair is very red, so you must look much like me."
My cousin said that I was inconsiderate, you know,
Because I made her mother walk through a lot of snow
I am just a little mouse and scared as I can be
As I wonder what the future holds in store for me.
I am scared of that silent killer that steals up quietly,
And I know that when it comes, it will be the end of me.