In a cottage nestled 'neath the golden sun,
Lived Mother Holle, her work never done.
With a cauldron bubbling, and a fire aglow,
She weaved magic with each flake of snow.

Oh, Mother Holle, with your gentle grace,
In your world, dreams find their place.
With every snowflake, a story told,
In your hands, the world unfolds.

She shook her pillows, and out came snow,
A blanket of white, to make the world glow.
With a wink and a smile, she sang a tune,
And danced with the stars, 'neath the shining moon.

Oh, Mother Holle, with your gentle grace,
In your world, dreams find their place.
With every snowflake, a story told,
In your hands, the world unfolds.

But deep within her cottage, a lesson lies,
For those who seek, with open eyes.
In kindness and diligence, she finds delight,
And showers her blessings, day and night.