Gone away is the bluebird,
Here to stay is a new bird
He sings a love song,
As we go along,
Walking in a winter wonderland.
...
When it snows, ain't it thrilling,
Though your nose gets a chilling
We'll frolic and play, the Eskimo way,
Walking in a winter wonderland.
~ Winter Wonderland, lyrics by Richard B. Smith
You can see more of my doodles at Momathon doodles.
Illustration: Chris Olson © 2011.