Winter, you've quite forgotten us, it's true,
You loved our snowball fights, and so did we too!
And the toboggans that whoosh down the hill like a dart ―
Have you really forgotten them, every part?
Just before Christmas you wept in floods of tears,
Nothing but puddles, and what comes next, my dears?
Shall we visit a snow doctor, you and I?
Just say the word, I'll pay, don't ask me why!
For ages I saved coins in my money box,
But this icy crust has worn me right down, I'm stuck.
You know they won't let me out to play again,
I sit here moping like a wet Sunday's rain.
Outside the window: sleet, then rain, then ice,
What a yucky mess, and the footpath's not nice.
I've been bored on my own all the school holidays,
And a runny nose too, the boss of my days!
The doctor said yesterday, 'It'll pass,
In a couple of days the bug will be gone, alas.'
Winter, I thought then, and it's true,
That sometimes medicine really does help us through.
And you, it seems, have fallen ill as well,
You're sulking again, and that's no good, I tell!
Perhaps you're scared of the needles, Winter, dear,
And that's why you've stayed home, out of fear?
Shall I come with you to the doctor's today?
I'm a very brave boy, and I'm not kidding, I'll say!
But you've quite forgotten, it seems to me,
That you used to love playing snowballs with glee,
That you loved the snowy blizzards so,
Not the spring showers that come and go.
Come on, Winter, hurry back, don't delay,
Don't be sad, enjoy the story and play!
Well, that's all, I'll put a full stop here,
And I eagerly await a reply, just one line, dear:
«I'm hurrying and I'm no longer sick!»
I believe you'll soon be better, that's the trick.
