Flagstaff

On our way, in the car
He cried, “Want to play with snow.”
So we bought a sled
And found a hill
We took him out and said, “Let’s go.”

He took off running; fell right down.
Laughter vanished. Instant frown.
He didn’t know,
(he’s only two)
That snow
Was cold.

His little fingers began to freeze.
It was twenty-five degrees.
So we got back in the car again
And drove back home from the mountain.
And on the way
We saw some snow
And we saw some rain.