They invited me to play with them.
They said it would be fun.
I followed them out the door;
Expecting to see the sun.
Wind and Snow, they greeted me.
Chilling my bones and toes.
I swear that Jack Frost is here
Nipping both my ears and nose.
Those boys who brought me out to play
Are nowhere to be found.
Earlier I saw three of them
Burying each other in the ground.
I wish that they would look my way
And see that I am through.
I’m ready to go where it’s warm.
Sleep—that’s what I’d rather do.