the year that the snow covered all
in his boyhood home back on the farm
where they stayed in the house safe from harm.
He had eight siblings, don't you know,
and they all loved playing out in the snow.
But one cold winter morning, half-past eight,
little sister got lost, her name was Kate.
They all went out, looking for sister,
but not a one could find her, and Mother missed her.
They looked in the hayloft and lo' and behold
little miss Kate, so the story had told,
was safe in the haystack, out of harms way,
where she fell asleep after her play.
And that surely was a happy day.