It’s fun to go out in the wintertime
And frolic to and fro.
I like to look for footprints
Of creatures in the snow.
Where bread was thrown, the birds have left
Their footprints everywhere.
And frisky squirrels have scampered around,
Leaving footprints here and there.
My neighbor’s dog has chased a cat—
I see their footprints too.
And all around my snow-filled yard
Are footprints that are new.
Do you know who belongs to them?
I do. It’s plain to see
Those footprints in the snow are mine!
They’ve followed after me.

[illustration] Illustrated by Doug Roy