Snowy Night, by Bruce Levine

It snood, it snowed, it’s snowing
The ground is covered in white
And even our dog’s footprints
Will certainly not last through the night

Children are outside playing
Choosing up sides left and right
Piling up mounds of the white stuff
In preparation for a snowball fight

Looking out through the window
Safe and warm inside
I cast a giant shadow
Happy where I can hide

And so I’ll leave the day to the snowplows
Who struggle along in their plight
Smoothing the roads and the sidewalks
And to all I wish a good night