The Snowman
Once a jolly snowman stood outside the door,
Thought he'd like to come inside
And play upon the floor.
Thought he'd like to warm himself
By the firelight red.
Thought he'd like to climb upon the big, white bed.
So he called the north wind:
"Help me wind, I pray,
I'm completely frozen standing here all day."
So the north wind came along
And blew him in the door.
Now there's nothing left of him
But a puddle on the floor.