The Snowman Blues
Freezing is all that ever I felt;
Carrot and coal fall to the ground.
Sadly, when Spring comes, I will melt.
As well goes my scarf, my coat, and my belt;
Death comes upon without sound.
Freezing is all that ever I felt.
I do not pine for the cards I was dealt;
Always this way when a year turns around.
Sadly, when Spring comes, I will melt.
Memories of youths, snowballs they’d pelt;
Months ago I was made from mound.
Freezing is all that ever I felt.
Clumps of ice, skin it could welt;
Forever and only to Winter I’m bound.
Sadly, when Spring comes, I will melt
Weather will warm, and I will grow svelte;
Soon just a small puddle on the ground.
Freezing is all that ever I felt;
Sadly, when Spring comes, I will melt.
