Little sweaters for my feet,
Soft and stretchy, fit so neat,
Little sweaters for my hands,
Ten long fingers, two round bands,
Put a sweater on my head,
And I'm out the door to sled,
The softest for my neck I choose,
Wear it to prevent A'choos!
When the days are cold as ice,
Only sweaters work so nice,
Bundled up I couldn't play,
Papoose-swaddled through the day?
I must move, must run and jump,
Stumble on a snowy bump,
Climb the hill and slide back down,
And make some snowball thrower frown,
Sweaters work for me to play,
Swesters night and sweaters day,
Sweaters are my winter skin,
Without sweaters, I'd stay in.