Br–r–r–r
March 12, 2007
My hands are snowy;
my breath is blowy.
My eyes are teary;
I can't see clearly.
My ears are icicles,
my nose a popsicle.
My lips are cold,
but don't you know?
I love the snow!
My hands are snowy;
my breath is blowy.
My eyes are teary;
I can't see clearly.
My ears are icicles,
my nose a popsicle.
My lips are cold,
but don't you know?
I love the snow!