White Snow Bright Snow
Four tiny words
Oh, the volumes they speak
When you see the herds.
White Snow Bright Snow
Sticking to their hair
Icicles hang
Don’t know they’re there
White snow bright snow
Getting pretty deep
Chickens inside
Do not make a peep
Oh, the woes of winter hit the country hard
I’m very grateful it hasn't reached my yard
Ice and snow of years gone by
Seem in memory fresh
I gathered past snow shots
Picking out the best
The scary ones where we slipped and slid
Ice made trees break
Who asked to see?
Jenny did.
That
Was a mistake.
