Tiddely-pom!

As that great philosopher, Winnie-the-Pooh said:

The more it 

SNOWS-tiddely-pom,

The more it 

GOES-tiddely-pom

The more it 

GOES-tiddely-pom

On 

Snowing.

More and more is falling even as I write this and it's getting heavier. 

Looking out after dark, with the street lamps casing their other-worldly glow over everything, it looked very strange.

And nobody

KNOWS-tiddely-pom

How cold my

TOES-tiddely-pom

How cold my

TOES-tiddely-pom

Are

Growing.

I did suggest to Malcolm that we should sing that little ditty as we walked out this morning.  I thought if I were to sing the main part and Malcolm were to fill in with the 'tiddely-poms', it might work.  But Malcolm wasn't keen: I can't think why!
Our particular little 'house at Pooh Corner' is looking rather lost in the whiteness at the moment.