There’s a nip in the air,
And some ice over there,
The windows are foggy,
And the roads are all slippy,
Jack Frost has been busy,
Making the cold,
Now in the night,
It might snow,
So wrap up warm,
when you go out,
And remember to sing,
“Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!”

©The Pesky Poet

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