The wind was in high frolic with the snow
As she danced with dried weeds around the pine
and whispered content as the sun did show
telling the forest Spring will soon shine.
Melting with tears the snow felt depressed
The wind was in high frolic with the snow
Why must you cry dear snow? The wind addressed.
The snow replied, "Soon it will be my time to go."
Don't fret snow, for in time, you will glow
once again. All good comes to an end
The wind was in high frolic with the snow
In a year I'll ask you again to descend.
The snow gave a twinkle and then a smile
He accepted his fate as he signed the escrow
They agreed to meet in Germany for awhile
The wind was in high frolic with the snow.
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