The Mostest

 Winter – 
 Soon it will be coming
 Chilly days will be a-strumming
 And our cold will be in more than just the nose
  
 So we better make the mostest
 Of the time we have to boastest
 And the sun it will delight before it goes
  
 We can take our kite to travel
 Let it free it will unravel
 And we’ll fly into the sky just like a bird
  
 Us boys and girls are all a-flutter
 Play-time is our bread and butter
 And the happy words we utter will be heard