Winter

What is this  white stuff the Doormouse said Its called snow said the big rat, why aren't you in bed It may  look like icing on a big cake Trust me little fella, lovely it aint Its cold and so wet, though looks crisp and  fine Its used for making snow men and snowballs sometimes But when out comes the sun with blury rays It melts and run like the River Hayes This causes flooding making people sad Shaking their fists at the bad luck they've had This makes vegetable expensive to buy So soon they kiss all their  savings goodbye This is called winter, but spring comes next Along with the flowers, they've had a rest Birds a tweeting bees that hum  But best of all along comes the sun From your winter den thats warm and snug Shake yourself down give yourself a hug Another winter over your still alive Hello spring its great you've arrived