Snappy Snowflake Wants Identity
Snappy snowflake was holding onto the sky for dear life.
"Come on down!" Yelped her husband, missing his wife.
She was terrified of falling into a pile and losing herself.
"Soon," she said, hoping to be rescued by a snow giver elf.
"Come on down here!" Yelled her relatives, "Let go. Just drop!"
Her mother told them “You are scaring her. You all need to stop.”
Snappy liked her own identity; she did not want to lose it.
She finally let go and discovered that snow drift unity did not hurt a bit.
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