The snowflakes in Wisconsin were the best,

I’ve seen them in New York and Michigan.

And as a child I’d never been so blessed,

As when I saw that magic sprinkling in.

I did not mind at all that it was cold,

And took my hand outside my padded glove;

The brisk ethereal magic touched my nose,

And I at once was charmed and fell in love.

I remember feeling flakes upon my face,

Enlivening me with every one I felt;

And on my back I made an angel shape,

With arms across the snow as soft as felt.

Nebraska and Long Island beats the rest,

But snowflakes in Wisconsin are the best!