Winter is a land of snow,
But sometimes the snow,
Will not show,
Telling the children to go,
Home
The children will not be happy if the snow,
Will not show.
Instead of being happy,
The children feel snappy,
Because the snow will not show.
However, if the snow does come,
They won't feel their glum.
And all the parents will rejoice,
Because the snow made the right choice.
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