Let's wander round the town at night
A trifle tipsy. What a blessing
It is to walk together! White
Is avenue in snowflake dresses.
So as to spare yourself the frost,
With tiny hand rub glowing nose.
Oh wait, don't utter single word,
I'm pessimistic through and through. In
Few moments latterns will go off
And shadows, scattering and fooling,
Like little devils on the chase
For light, or children- prone to roister.
Come look, they're all around the place,
For us the world is but an oyster.