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."