When winter's chill doth grip the land,
And brown and drear the trees do stand,
Amidst this cold, a tale doth spring,
Of love and joy, and all life's things.

Through Shakespeare's Winter's Tale we'll go,
And travel far in windswept snow,
To see the countless possibilities,
That life can hold in all its varieties.

So come and journey with us now,
And see the world in ways endow,
With beauty, love, and joy so true,
That even winter can't subdue.