Classic Poem

Whenever a snowflake leaves the sky,
It turns and turns to say “Good-by!”
Good-by, dear clouds, so cool and gray!”
Then lightly travels on its way.

And when a snowflake finds a tree,
“Good-day!” it says—“Good-day to thee!
Thou art so bare and lonely, dear,
I'll rest and call my comrades here.”

But when a snowflake, brave and meek,
Lights on a rosy maiden's cheek,
It starts—“How warm and soft the day!
'T is summer!”—and it melts away.