The snow has been eddying round,
And has made, for our winter snow-house,
A broad and beautiful mound.
Come, Charlie, bring out your shovel,
And soon we will let them see
How nice, how snug, and how cosy,
Our winter palace can be.
The door shall be arched and lofty,
The room within shall be round;
And we’ll have a fireplace and chimney,