White Grandpa

It snows — the whole world is snow-white;
The yard, the street, the roof are white and bright,
All covered in white, our Granddad now returns
To bring us a variety of toys.


And we are glad, we say: «Thank you, Granddad!
May God grant you many more years ahead!»
Granddad, poor thing, be rain or shine, in white
At all times brings us joy, thrill and delight.

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G.M.Tukay