They said the snow would be big and bad. Shut us in our houses, make us weak and sad.
It did snow, the ground turned white But it wasn't heavy; in fact it was light.
They said eight inches but I confess,
It always looked to me like less.
That's from my window, not outside,
But I think I could have gone for a pony ride.
It's all gone now; I may go out.
And to fierce winter I will shout,
You may come back but you won't stay,
Think of May this Valentine's Day!