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