• “Papa, Papa,
    It’s snowing,
    It’s snowing!”

    And the little one,
    Ran down the stairs,
    Got on her coat,
    And gloves,
    And mittens,
    Her socks,
    And her boots.

    She ran outside,
    Spread out her arms wide,
    Fell down,
    And lay there for a minute.

    She stuck out her tongue,
    Caught a bit of cotton fluff,
    And then she made a little angel.

    She played all day,
    Never tiring.
    Until her Papa,
    Called her in for supper.

    Now,
    Many,
    Many years later.
    All grown up,
    With a little one of her own.

    “Mama, Mama,
    It’s snowing,
    It’s snowing!”

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