STAY in the house! Why, mother, 

  I'm six years old, you know  

Never a boy as big as I 

Would be afraid of the snow!

Cap and mittens and tippet?

I must have them, I s'pose   

Overcoat? No!  What could I do

All bundled up in clothes?

Watch, now, and see me tumble 

Right into the snow-drift there;

Snow all over my jacket 

Snow all in my hair 

Isn't it glorious fun, mother 

Buy me a brand-new sled 

The runners of shining steel, mother, 

The top of brightest red.

Boys like winter and cold and snow.

'Cause they are strong and tough; 

And I am the gladdest boy in town,

For now there'll be fun enough.