Wen de snow‘ s a-fallin’
An’ de win’ is col’.
Mammy‘ mence a-callin’,
Den she‘ mence to scol’,
“Lucius Lishy Brackett,
Do n'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,
Do n'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!”