In that Florida town....
With the snow coming down....
She was trying to keep them at bay....
‘Cause the ground was all white....
To the children’s delight....
And they wanted to go outside to play....
But, as all mothers do....
When one child has the flu....
And the other three can’t show restraint....
She tried hard to conserve....
All their joy in reserve....
For the one child who must have constraint....
But the three begged so hard....
To go out in the yard....
(And the child in her, also, would play)....
So, she told the sick child....
They would stay a short while....
And the four stomped the snow where it lay....
Such a glorious sight....
Throwing snow in a fight....
And the snowman they made was so bad....
But then, how could they know....
As they wrestled in snow....
That the face in the window was sad?....
With a tear in her eye....
The sick child gave a sigh....
And she kept her nose pressed to the glass....
Watching lonely awhile....
She tried hard with a smile....
When her Mom gave a wave to the lass....
So our Mom told the group....
To get ready to scoop....
"With this plan, I am sure you’ll agree....
When I count three, let’s throw....
Each, a handful of snow....
And we’ll share with the sick one, our glee"....
So, count “three” came and went....
And the snow-balls were sent....
On a path toward the window with guise....
But the child jumped away....
From the window that day....
And just watched at her Mother’s surprise....
With a shiny red nose....
Through the night, they all froze....
When the law of the north came to pass....
But it seems now, they know....
That the soft, fluffy snow....
If packed tightly, will surely break glass....
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