Wind shrieks through the trees
Leaving a trail of icy despair
In the freezing December air
At the break of dawn
We rush out to greet the lawn
Covered in a soft blanket of snow
Hooray! Hooray!
No school today!
We yell as our lips turn blue
To our delight
We start a fight
As balls fly across the yard
And when we're ice cubes in jackets
We rush inside to drink hot cocoa
School's tomorrow! Oh no!
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