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how willie made it snow.

Entering my room when some hours had passed,
I got a terrible fright;
For a moment my heart beat wild and fast,
And then I stood and stared aghast
At a little form in white.

Perched high upon the window seat
Was my little two years old,
He was gazing out into the street,
Standing in his little bare feet,
Unmindful of the cold.

"What are you doing there?" I cried,
Then stopped short in dismay,
For something glittering I espied;
Then, as the lights were brought, descried
What 'twas that round him lay.

The contents of each rifled drawer
Were lying all about,
My trinkets scattered on the floor,
And my seidlitz powders—a goodly store—
Had all been emptied out,

And glittered like frost on my little son,
And sparkled everywhere;
For twenty powders he had undone,
And tossed the contents of every one
Around him in the air.

I gathered his little cold form in my arms,
The while I chided him so—
"Such naughty tricks poor mother alarms;"
But the answer he gives all wrath disarms—
"I was trying to make it snow!"