Because I own braggin' rights, I'm sharing with you.
The Winter snow trudges and stumbles along,
Dragging with it the Winter breeze.
He lets enough loose to make a nice little breeze,
But sometimes his mittened hand slips and the bag is dropped,
Sending huge winds across the land.
He picks it up as soon as it fell,
And stumbles and trudges to another land.
On time bad-guy fighting people.
Readily on guard.
Extreme risks and dares.
Super good heroes.