Wen de snow ‘s a-fallin’
An’ de win’ is col’.
Mammy ‘mence a-callin’,
Den she ‘mence to scol’,
‘Lucius Lishy Brackett,
Don’t you go out do’s,
Button up yo’ jacket,
Les’n you ‘ll git froze.’
I sit at de windah
Lookin’ at de groun’,
Nuffin nigh to hindah,
Mammy ain’ erroun’;
Wish ‘t she would n’ mek me
Set down in dis chaih;
Pshaw, it would n’t tek me
Long to git some aih.
So I jump down nimble
Ez a boy kin be,
Dough I ‘s all a-trimble
Feahed some one ‘ll see;
Bet in a half a minute
I fly out de do’
An’ I ‘s knee-deep in it,
Dat dah blessed snow.
Den I hyeah a pattah
Come acrost de flo’.
Den dey comes a clattah
At de cabin do’;
An’ my mammy holler
Spoilin’ all my joy,
‘Come in f’om dat waller,
Don’t I see you, boy?’
Wen de snow ‘s a-sievin’
Down ez sof ez meal,
Whut ‘s de use o’ livin’
‘Cept you got de feel
Of de stuff dat’s fallin’
‘Roun’ an’ white an’ damp,
‘Dout some one a-callin’,
‘Come in hyeah, you scamp!’
