Crisp in the winter’s morning, Softly all through the night, What is this without warning, Falling and white? I have never seen snow But I can imagine it quite – Not how it tastes, but I know It falls and is white. One morning I’ll open the door To bring in the morning’s milk, And all around there’ll be snow – Fallen and still. How I’ll roll in the stuff! How I’ll tumble and spin! Until the neighbours cry, Enough! And send me back in.