Its freezing
Its pretty flippin freezing
My toes are icy cold
My nose is blue
My Ears are too
I'm not feeling very bold.
I'm worried about walking
On pavements made of ice
I'm scared to trip
Afraid I'll slip
It's really not too nice.
The snow makes things so pretty
All fresh and clean and white
I like to hide
Stay warm inside
Through windows see the sight.
My cat wont pass the threshold
The snow's up to the door
She sits and stares
All too aware
The snow will freeze her paws.
My seedlings they are buried
Under blankets thick and cold
With withered leaves
See naked trees
Stripped bare, majestic, bold.