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There’s no business like snow business

       As it falls from up high.

Tiny snowflakes come sailing

     Through that cold wintry sky.

 

See the children come peeping

      At this wintry scene,

As the snow clings to rooftops,

      So white and so clean.

 

There’s no business like snow business:

     As it sails on the breeze,

Then it coats roads and pavements

       And the branches of trees.

 

Soon those sledges are busy.

      Children shout with delight     

And after they've played all day long

      They'll all sleep well tonight.

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