See the white snowflakes,
Falling out of the sky;
On the wall and desktops,
Soft and thick, like poop, they lie.
On wendilla's window ledges,
On tony's branches bare;
Now how fast they gather,
Threads abound, filling the AB air.
Look into redman's beer garden,
Where the grass once was green;
Covered by white snowflakes,
Not a Jogger or rocky-raccoon is seen.
Now the bare grey rowan trees,
All look minty soft and dotty white,
Every gness-maimed twig is laden,
What an amazing sight!