Snowflake, snowflake, pretty snowflake falling from the sky.
Bringing with you winter weather. Oh yes, you are!
On the windows Mr. Frost drew flowers at night.
I can see them shimmer slightly in the morning light.
Snowflake, snowflake, pretty snowflake what did you just say?
That you like this winter weather. I thought
that you may.
Sunny days and frosty mornings, no wind
and no rain.
Your sparkle is so beautiful. Thank you that you came.
Thank you
How beautiful! How incredibly
beautiful this vision is.
Alas, I live in Auckland so my winters go
more like this:
Snowflake, snowflake, pretty snowflake falling from the sky.
Dodging all the big wet rain drops. Oh yes, you are!
Wind is blowing, puddles forming, you seem tad confused.
This is not the weather you know, you are not amused.
Snowflake, snowflake, melting snowflake what did you just say?
That you hate this winter weather, the sky bleak and grey.
In the puddle you have landed, you’re not looking well.
I’m so sorry that you came here. I bid you farewell!
Good bye