Old man Winter’s come to play
dressing up the yards snow white
draping icicles on trees
and hanging them on the eaves

clad in snowflakes and hail
and a hat of sleet and rain
he’s cooked up a chilly blast
just to warm up for the game

with his schematics laid out
right before our very eyes
he nods his plain approval
and proceeds to chill the air

he then awaits with a grin
cheeks rosy red in color
for Lady Spring to bounce back
and join the seasons in play

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