A Snowman is rising
Pure and pristine white
From piles of fluffy snowflakes
Rolled up: nice and tight
The Snowman is smiling
He postures, full of pride
They who made him – love him
Admire from each side.
The Snowman is watching
He looks with marble eyes
At snow angels around him
Of every shape and size.
The Snowman is waving
With his delicate, stick arms
At children passing by him
All trussed up nice and warm.
The Snowman is grinning
With his teeth made of coals
At school boys throwing snowballs
Scoring imaginary goals.
The Snowman is frowning
The sun is shining bright
It’s slowly melting him away
It's giving him a fright!
The Snowman is slopping
He's now a messy heap
He’s all sludge: grey-brown
That no one wants to keep.
