The White Stuff.

I walk through fresh crunch sounding snow.
Around me a bone freezing wind does blow.
On my slim body i wear a full length fur coat.
On my blond hair head i wear a hat made from a billy goat.
On my slim piano playing hands gloves made from wool from a ba ba black sheep.
I will tell thee all these garments my body toasty warm they do keep.
All around me only the colour white.
Snow can be a wonderful uplifting sight.
Onward i walk comfy and warm.
From Jack Frost i am free from harm.
No cats and dogs do joyfully play.
They are no fools indoors they do stay.
Crunch crunch sound my winter boots do make.
On my red nose lands a white soft snowflake.
The skies open up and heavy snow does fall.
I reach my destination the end that’s all.