There’s a nip in the air,
And some ice over there,
The windows are foggy,
And the roads are all slippy,
I guess you could say,
Jack Frost has been busy,
***
He’s been making the cold,
And you never know,
In the night,
It might snow,
So wrap up warm,
when you go out,
All together now,
“Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!”

©The Pesky Poet

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