I never care when my feet are wet, Though grown-ups worry so; I never trouble how cold I get, I'm tougher 'n people know. And the coldest kind of a day just suits,— But I hate when snow gets into my boots. I like it often to storm and blow, And not every day be fair. I run and jump in the deepest snow: When a snowball hits me square I ain't the kind that hollers and scoots,— But I hate when snow gets into my boots. I'd never button my coat at all If people would let me be. I ain't afraid when I slip and fall In snowdrifts up to my knee. And the drifts in front of our houses are beauts!— But I hate when snow gets into my boots. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPECIAL PLEADING by SIDNEY LANIER DISMAL MOMENT PASSING by CLARENCE MAJOR TO BE CLOSELY WRITTEN ON A SMALL PIECE OF PAPER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS IN THE HOME STRETCH by ROBERT FROST THE INNOVATOR by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET |