The bitter change
It was a warm day in autumn
Where everything seemed so bright
A boy could be seen running around
Crying out his lungs, shrill and high
‘Flowers, birds and sun shining bright
It can be tiresome, pardon me saying
Winter winter! Why won’t thou come?
It’s so monotonous, I want a change!’
After some months then it started
To rain snowflakes out in the garden
‘Winter has come’ the little boy cried
And ran around the garden up all night
So he caught a nasty cold
And all day had to stay indoors
Wrapped in blankets from head to toe
Cursing the winter for being so cold