Is there any sadder sight,
Than a snowman’s final plight?
Having sat there for 3 days,
With that icy, stony gaze,
One squat sentinel of snow,
Doomed to shrink and not to grow,
Scarf and hat left on the floor,
Now the snowman is no more.
Is there any sadder sight,
Than a snowman’s final plight?
Having sat there for 3 days,
With that icy, stony gaze,
One squat sentinel of snow,
Doomed to shrink and not to grow,
Scarf and hat left on the floor,
Now the snowman is no more.
