Clara and the Snow Park

Clara goes to the snow park
In early April, each year

When there's less and less dark
And springtime is near

She has to bring news
That Spring is arriving

So she gets on the bike
That she uses for driving

When Clara got there this year, however
She is met by the Winter, her least favorite weather

'Little Girl,' said the Winter, 'I want to see the sunshine this year'
She said with the hope of inspiring fear

'I want to get warm
So I'm not leaving here.'

But Clara has met
Many winters before

And this Winter won't know
What she has in store

'Winter,' says Clara, 'Stay if you like'
Then she puts on her backpack, and remounts her bike

'Really?' says Winter
Feeling rather confused

'Yes, really' says Clara
Confirming the news

But the Winter spins her bike around
Lifts up the small girl and puts her on the ground

'Now wait a minute,' says Winter, 'That was too fast.
You should be more concerned about how long I last.'

Clara shugs and tugs on her brand new blue jeans
'If you want to stay, then that's just fine with me.

I'll run the Snow Park, while you go to the beach
And if I need you, you're well within reach.'

'The beach?' said the Winter, 'But I don't like the beach!'
'Like it or not,' said Clara, 'That's where you'll be.

When July arrives, that's where we all go
But I'll remain here and take care of your snow.'

The Winter was left without much of a choice
And once Winter was gone, the snowmen rejoiced

'Hail Clara,' they said, 'For she's our new Queen!
She's smaller, perhaps, but not nearly as mean!'

While Clara was Queen, the Snow Park was fun
Simply because of how well it was run

Clara had ice swimming in all of the pools
She loved happy snowmen and she didn't like rules

There were snow feasts each night
With tons of snow candy

There was never a fight
Unless snowballs were handy

When Winter came back
From her time at the shore

She saw all the fun that was had
And felt sore

'I missed my snowmen,' the Queen said, quite teary
'And all of that sun made me weepy and weary.'

'All right,' said Queen Clara, marching straight to her bike
'I had a feeling it's not something you'd like.'

The snowmen all begged little Clara to stay
But she hugged them all tight and then bid them good day

'Don't worry,' said Clara in a hush as she bowed
'I think your Old Queen will be much nicer now'

And with that she was off
With a smile and a wave

And on the road she met Spring
Coming out of a cave

'Is it safe to arrive?'
Asked the Spring of the girl

'Of course,' replied Clara
'Welcome back to the world.'