Can I Have Some Cocoa? - Kathleen Bechtold

I put on my good-weather hat,

and that was that.

I put on my having-fun gloves,

and so it was.

I put on my longish socks

and there was a girl with longish locks

who pointed me to a longish box

with my favorite winter grin

tucked down inside, stuffed in.

I tied it up in my nice-day scarf,

and brought it along to the snowy park

where cold men stand like works of art-

oh, they and I have a long romance

with lots of words and little dance,

but when the evening got too old

and my feet were all wet and cold,

I put on my teleport-to-your-house-for-a-hug-and-a-mug-of-hot-cocoa shoes,

and I tied them up! And who knew:

the wind blew, and I flew- all true-

that's how come I'm here, with you.