All hail those leaping dogs of snow!

All hail those leaping dogs of snow, 
The furious mess of them! 
Hi, ho and away they go! 

Diggin' bone again as if for a gem! 
Tails, like sails above white ocean drifts 
with sniffs of sniffers saying, "ahem!" 

As they jump off sheepish cliffs, 
Into the wading furs of licy cold 
And bring up bones as if gifts. 

"Leave those there!" you scold, 
And hit hard on the nose, to show 
That it never pays to be so bold! 

All hail those leaping dogs of snow, 
With a furious mess of phlegm! 
Hi, ho and away they go -- 

Over last hills, tails behind 'em, 
Yelping far away. You find an ATM.