• Rolling in the snow, making beautiful angels.
    Not red, or purple, blue or green it is that famous color.
    I wonder how it got there.
    I wonder why it smells.
    Not a reflection of the sun or some imagination.
    This must be a winter treat left by magic means.
    Never try to taste, for sure that is a must.
    Yellow snow is pretty but never very wise to touch.
    So to all my friends on Christmas,
    Whether snow ball or snow man you like,
    Stay away from the yellow snow and never take a bite.