Hey, snow,
I wanna tell you something I know,
My mom tells me to plow,
But I can't go with the flow.

You, yes, you!
Why aren't you blue?
I saw you stick like a glue,
A little bit after you flew.

I told you I don't like clouds,
But then, you come with crowds.
Dude, I hate the way you're cold.
You always make people fold.

But, when you form a ball,
We can have a fight!
Be careful not to fall,
Or you won't be alright!