Winter

The fields are all covered with snow, Nothing yet is able to grow. The children make snowmen, Over and over again, Snowflakes going round and round. Plop! Plop! They hit the ground. Snow building higher and higher. Not yet over the telephone wire. Boom! it starts to rain, Boom! Boom! Down Pottery Lane.

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