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Show H VllBUR D. NESBIT j TRY THESE ON YOUR THro O, the snow, the beautiful snow! Eddying, flurrying to and fro. Tossed by the wind in a grotesque Design like a lacy arabesque! Ah, but the touch of it! Filmy soft Whenever the wanton breezes waft A flake of it to your cheek or brow! Beautiful snow, we want you NOW! The blizzard howls across the plains And covers forests In Its wrath, It breaks the schedules of the trains That happen to be in its path. How sweet to hear its vibrant yell On such an afternoon as this When it is simply hot as fire And all the asphalt pavements hiss. It is not snowing snow to me; It's snowing ice cream cones That bear the germs of cold, to be Soaked into all my bones. It is not snowing snow to ms; Let that be understood. I sit and sigh incessantly: "O. how I wish it would!" If I were Dr. Cook Id write a little book All full of icy breezes and of pudgy Esimos, Had I his knack, I might Just sit me down and write Until ta frigid rigidness held me from head to toes. Blessings on thee, little man! Barefoot boy I longed to tan 'Way last winter when you threw A hard snowball, which you knew Would impinge upon my ear! Would that day again were here! Of all the words heard once or twice The one that cools us most is "I-C-E !" |