Here’s the snaa
hingin its muckle clood belly
owre the hills
A hope it disnae burst
Aa that snaa
aa at aince
wad shairly birrie us
But here it comes
Big saft flakes wagglin lik parachutes
as they drap tae the grun
Dugs an weans aa runnin daft
snappin an catchin’t oan their tongues
