One by one they fall,
Like the dominos in the hall.

It covers everything,
Like a blanket on a bed.

It’s as cold as a freezer,
But as warm as a blanket.

They never look alike,
But they always freeze the same.

It makes the world sparkle,
Like a disco ball.

It makes the ugliest thing known to mankind,
Look like the Mona Lisa.

So if it is so beautiful,
Why do people love to hate this thing called SNOW?