My little boy his limbs spread wide
Lays in the snow and flaps with pride.
While angel wings and gown he makes
I see an angelic smile upon his face.
My little boy is having fun
Making angels one by one.
For every impression he leaves in the snow
Another angel says a prayer he knows.
My little boy's snow angels
May melt and be gone,
But the memory of making them
In his heart will live on.
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