The sna’s here
It drappit doon
A duvet ower the park
Let oot a sneeze
Amang the trees
On ilkie timmer bark
Jack Frost he peintit siller
On the fir tree’s sark.

The sna’s here
The robin wytes
Fur me tae gie him breid
His breist is nippit wi the cauld
It’s dirlin-sair, an reid
His granny sud hae wuvven him
A toorie fur his heid!

The sna’s here
The icicles like
Antlers o a stag
Are hingin lang an pyntit
Wi ilkie win they wag
An aa the clouds abune the crowds
Are playin tig an tag