Snow on the ground is there to stay
In piles or snowmen or snowplowed towers
For even days upon days of sunny skies
Do not melt what came down in a dozen hours
As the snow turns to ice, and ice to slush
There seems no way to make it rush
For the ocean-like blanket thrown all around
So slowly, so slowly seeps into the ground
So just, when it’s snowing, be ready to say
“Snow on the ground is there to stay”
