|Queen of the Snow|
|"It's not yellow, daddy."|
|So we bundled her up|
|And cleared her a path.|
|Then we wrestled. Peanut won|
and then shoved my face in the snow.
|While I got attacked, My Director was|
treated to a fun ride on the sled.
|She's old enough to pull it up|
the hill herself now.
|Perfect lunch after a morning|
in the snow.
|We all had some hot cocoa and treats.|