By Jack Prelutsky
It’s snowing! It’s snowing!
Snow carpets the ground,
the air is a silvery blur
that’s whiter than paper,
and whiter than milk,
and whiter than polar bear fur.
It’s snowing! It’s snowing!
It drifts into mounds,
our car’s hidden under a hill,
snow covers the rooftops,
embraces the trees,
and blankets my own windowsill.
It’s snowing! It’s snowing!
I run like a hound,
I romp and I roll like a fool.
It’s snowing! It’s snowing!
And if my luck holds,
this morning they’ll close down
the school.