I met a girl called Winter ,
Her white hair felt as soft as falling snow,
Her cold blue eyes pierced my soul
as she sang a song of iced shards.
I met a boy called Car ,
He was riding a red flashy scooter the wheels
making sparks fly in the air.
I met a man named Fire,
His hair on fire,
burning as quick as a flash,
while he wore a red and yellow suit
and a tie the colour of a tangerine.