I do like your ditty, Judith, being quite partial to nonsense rhymes! Here’s one for you:
There was a small boy of Quebec
Who was buried in snow to his neck
When they said “Are you friz?”
He replied “Yes I is -
But we don’t call this cold in Quebec”
Your snowy surrounds look quite beautiful from a happy distance, but I imagine it’s not much fun being up to your neck in it!
Warm spring wishes to you 