“Snow Play,” Friend, Jan. 1987, 17
Last night while I was sleeping,
The wind called loud and bold.
And snowflakes tumbled to the earth;
The world grew white and cold.
When morning came, I stretched and yawned
And jumped right out of bed.
I donned my boots and overcoat;
A cap went on my head.
Still pulling my wool mittens on,
I marched into the snow—
I was a fearless traveler,
Stepping high and low.
I crossed the highest mountains;
I swam the widest seas.
I hunted in the jungles
And climbed the tallest trees.
I made a snowman army—
We had a snowball fight!
The yard was full of footprints;
The snow was sun-blink bright.
When mother saw my snowmen,
“Who built all these?” asked she.
And then she spied my bright red nose
And guessed that it was me!