Another frosty winter's day, she stomped the snow and laughed. Mum shouted, 'Poppy, come inside, And don't let in the draught.' 'When spring is over and summer is gone, and autumn is in the past, we shut the windows and the doors, for out come out the draughts.'
Another frosty winter's day, she stomped the snow and laughed. Mum shouted, 'Poppy, come inside, And don't let in the draught.' 'When spring is over and summer is gone, and autumn is in the past, we shut the windows and the doors, for out come out the draughts.'