Activity Songs and Verses (1977, 1981), p. 63b
Winter

Here is the roof of the house so low; Here are the fluttering flakes of snow. “O-ooo,” says the north wind starting to blow; The children shiver from head to toe. Here hang the icicles all in a row; Longer and longer and longer they grow. When the face of the sun begins to show, Drip, drip, drip, away they all go.