KS Culbreth

Merry, Merry Come Out and Play

Merry, Merry come out and play
for here I’m turning thirty
Merry, Merry, pray, don’t delay
the snow is not yet dirty.

There’s only hours before the snow
becomes a useless slush
If you stay inside, you know,
it’s not unlike this crush –

With its seasons – snows then flowers –
that ever fall and bloom,
Though melt and wilt in only hours
if you don’t leave your room.