The snowflakes swirl and laugh and play.
While inside, here I sit.
The snowflakes run along the wind
And wave up to the sky.
And all the while, I’m stuck inside,
inside hard at work.
Reading, ‘Riting, ‘Rithmetic
Have no appeal to me.
It is outside I want to be
To run and laugh and play.
The snowflakes tire and sit to rest
Upon the cold, white ground.
The snowflakes seem to wait for me
To don my woolen mitts.
Here inside I have to stay,
The teacher reads a book.
“What do you think about this book?”
She asks me after while.
How can I tell her what I think?
How can I let her know?
I’d rather be outside right now
And playing in the snow!