Something cold, wet, and new,
But also old, odd, and quite white.
It falls from the sky,
Like lovely ballerinas taking flight.
It's snow! Wonderful snow!


None are the same,
Every flake differs.
If you hold one long enough...
It melts into cold, wet water!
It's snow! Wonderful snow!


I catch the falling flakes with my tongue,
And drink the water that turns.
How refreshing and odd!
Nothing else can compare to it.
It's snow! Wonderful snow!


In the cold dead of the night,
The ballerinas come out to play and have some fun.
Some say its a wonderful dream,
But it's really a beautiful cold, white wonderland.
It's snow! Glorious, wonderful snow!!!