Pure white snow has finally fallen
Made our pasture fresh and bright
The cold fresh wind is light
And early darkness comes calling
The air is clear, the snowing done
You can see past the hedgerows for miles
The kids get their sleds with big smiles
And head out for some winter fun
Here in the house this old fellow
Looks out on the fresh fallen snow
Looks out with desire, don’t you know
To go write his name in yellow
Full name. In Cursive.
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