Grandpa in the Snow

 Grandpa in the Snow

I’m ten. 

Snow is fun.

You walk the piles, not the paths.

Snow is fun.

I’m ten times seven, plus.

Snow is work.

You move the piles to make the paths.

Snow is work.

When a fellow ten and his grandpa, though, get together in the snow,

Snow for both is fun.

OK, grandpa still has to shovel, but also gets to revel,

Again like a ten-year-old, like a ten-year-old in the snow.