Ack, poetry!

(sung to the tune of "Barges", an old campfire song)

Staring out my window, looking at the sky
I can see some snowflakes fluttering by.

Just a little flurry, think I'm gonna cry
'Cause there's too few snowflakes fluttering by.

Snow flakes, I would like to play with you
I would like for you to stay here too.

Snow flakes, do you have a family?
Do you think they'd like to play with me?