Letter W Poem



WEE WILLIE WINKIE

Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs, in his nightgown;
Rapping at the window, crying through the lock,
“Are the children in their beds? Now it’s eight o’clock.”

W is for Winter

WINTER

Cold and raw the north wind doth blow,
Bleak in the morning early;
All the hills are covered with snow,
And winter’s now come fairly.

FROLIC IN THE SNOW.

“See the snow! see the snow!
Hear the winter wind blow;
Make the fire burn bright;
Shut the doors up tight;
Let it storm, let it storm;
My Willy shall be warm.”

“Dear mother, let me go
And frolic in the snow;
Tis so soft and so light,
So beautiful and white,
‘Twill not hurt me I know;
Let me go, let me go.”

“I don’t mind the cold;
I am three years old;
Look at little Rover;
He is powdered all over:
Let me go, let me go,
And frolic in the snow.”

“I can do what Rover can;
I am your little man;
Let it storm, let it storm;
I don’t want to be warm;
Dear mother, let me go,
And frolic in the snow.”