Blue skies and ice
wherever we go,
slipping and sliding
deep in the snow.
Uphill and downhill,
neither leaf nor green;
the sun bright and clear,
no grass to be seen.
Woolies and hoods,
on toboggans all day.
Gloves on our hands
and Spring far away.
Bak home Mama's baking
big loaves and small.
How hungry we are--
we'll soon eat them all!
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