People in Manhattan are forever in a hurry

But still they always took the time to watch a winter flurry

For nothing in their art museums was anywhere as pretty

As watching snowflakes fall upon the streets of New York City.

But nowadays the people move about like busy drones

They give their full attention to their tablets and their phones

They didn’t seem to notice that the snow had started falling

They were much too wrapped up in their texting and their calling.

The Snowman Council met inside a cloud above Manhattan

And wondered how they might get these New Yorkers to look at ‘em.

“We’re in a rut,” the Chairman said. “We’ve always just been white

New Yorkers like their colors, and they like their colors bright!”

And so the next time snow fell, it was green and blue and orange

And puce, chartreuse, and purple, and some word that rhymes with orange

It blanketed the city in a hundred varied tones

But still nobody looked up from their tablets and their phones.

The Snowman Council met again, for things were looking bleak.

So snowman fashion critic Mr. Whitewell rose to speak:

“People in Manhattan must want finer brands of snow

So I suggest that we give them some designer brands of snow.”

Never had Manhattan seen a snowstorm with such class

There were snowflakes made by Brr-berry and Cold Haan and Chill Blass

And Oscar de la Santa handed out gelato cones

And still nobody looked up from their tablets and their phones

The Chairman of the Council said, “I think it’s time we stopped.

We had a lot of great ideas, and every idea flopped.

And so, you see, I must decree, as head of this committee

That snow will NEVER EVER fall again on New York City.”

Through November and December, New York City got no snow

But people were so busy that they never seemed to know.

On New Years’ Eve a million people gathered in Times Square

They set aside their business and they set aside their care

One minute before midnight, they put all their phones away…

And all at once they noticed that New York was cold and gray.

From Harlem down to Soho, every CEO and hobo

Scratched his head and asked the question “Where the heck did all the snow go?”

And suddenly they realized that they’d taken snow for granted.

One man, -- and then a dozen,-- then a million people chanted:

“We want our snow! We want out snow! We want it!” roared the crowd.

“We want our snow!” And their words floated right up to the cloud

The noise shook all the Council members right out of their seats!

“They want us back!” the Chairman cried. “All snowflakes – hit the streets!’

The snow fell as the ball dropped, ringing in a brand new year

One million-odd New Yorkers in Times Square let out a cheer!

The Chairman and his Council may have made a few mistakes

But really, they did pretty well to help a bunch of flakes.

They had to share the good news with their families at home

So every snowman spread the word… by tablet and by phone.

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