Roberty Frosty Style
Stopping by Grandpa's House on a Snowy Winter's Day
Whose house this is I think I know.
Grandpa's house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here To watch his house fill up with snow.
My little hundai must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the house and frozen gate
The snowiest evening of the year.
I give her gas the brakes do squeek To see if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The house is lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.
The Snowy Scene at G-pa's House
Gramps, don't shovel it all away!
New Jackie...thanks Granny!
Dragonman!
Whose house this is I think I know.
Grandpa's house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here To watch his house fill up with snow.
My little hundai must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the house and frozen gate
The snowiest evening of the year.
I give her gas the brakes do squeek To see if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The house is lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.
The Snowy Scene at G-pa's House
Gramps, don't shovel it all away!
New Jackie...thanks Granny!
Dragonman!
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