When I had gone inside
The countryside was gray and empty
But now all of a sudden,
It is a stage of ornaments
For theatrical artists have painted with paste
Giving the trees a white cabbage effect.
The paste on the fire hydrants
Makes them look like poodles' heads
And ice cream cones.
The rails seem to be losing their white down
And bushes have become powder puffs,
Dainty as kitten's fluff,
While the white paste
On the black posts looks like Uncle Remus.