Winter

Winter,

I got a splinter,

Made of snow and ice,

Isn’t that nice,

It’s cold out here,

I may get frostbite,

I bet I might,

For the snow is pilling up to my chin,

Oh, now it’s in my shin,

Help me,

Help me,

I’m stuck in snow,

Please don’t go,

My poor mother is may be scared,

She may think I was ate by a bear,

Oh that snow,

So cold,

What’s that,

Is that a sled,

Coming to rescue me even though they can’t see my head,

Over here,

Over here,

I call out to them,

I can see their shirt hem,

We don’t see her,

They say,

I scream,

I’m here,

I’m here,

Not again!