Out of the time capsule

By request I'm posting a poem that I wrote in first grade. Keep in mind, these were the days when rhyming was the only thing I knew to do in poetry. My friends Abby and Leslie memorized the poem in high school and would occasionally recite it (with lots of laughter) at lunch :-) I remember writing this poem in pencil on the pink paper of my Lisa Simpson diary. Ahem:

The ground is frozen, the grass is cold.

The cheese I am holding is covered with mold.

I hate the word "sick" and I hate the word "ill."

The words "sick" and "ill" just give me the chill!

Do you like the words "sick" and "ill"?

Do they, do they, give you the chill?

My heart is beating very slow,

I see it, Do you see it? 

Do you see the snow?

To this day, I have no idea what it means. I think I must have read some Dr. Seuss before I wrote this one :-)