I looked out the window and what did I see?

Snow where the budding tulips used to be.


Spring was coming, wassup with this surprise?


Now we're once again stuck inside.

Snow can be an eyeful, wondrous and neat


but after the Old Elf comes, it's not as sweet.

You may say that it ain't so - but you ain't foolin' me


you're just as eager as I am for the coming of spring!