Beautiful snow, so gently you scud,
Pure for a minute, then dirty as mud.
Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow!
Here’s a fine mess you have left us below;
Chilling our feet to the tips of our toes;
Cheekily landing full pert on our nose;
Jinking, slinking, ever you try
’Neath our umbrella to flop in our eye;
Gamins await us at every new street,
Watching us carefully, guiding our feet,