It's winter and the fields are white
with snow in which with sheer delight
we play and gambol while it's light
but after comes the reaping
We take ourselves back to our home
to chocolate cups with creamy foam
and fires that warm us to the bone
and never hear the weeping
For there are those of poor estate
of threadbare garb and empty grate
for whom snow brings a harder fate
as in the frost comes creeping
Then that which brings such winter joys
to warm and thoughtless girls and boys
the poorer folk it just destroys
and leaves them dead not sleeping
Now I'm not saying don't go play
when winter brings a snowy day
But a little help goes a long long way
Add them to your safe keeping