My best friend is a snowman.
I made him just last night.
With a hat and carrot nose,
that suit him just right.
I think he must be sleeping,
Or terrified to move.
Maybe he's afraid to step,
'cause I didn't give him shoes!
I thought he would be cold,
from the constant snow barrage,
So I put him on my wagon,
and brought him to the garage.
I thought he might be grateful,
and maybe he would stay;
but leaving a puddle in his wake,
my snow man went away.
I really miss my snowman.
I'm feeling awful blue.
If only when he left...
He hadn't took the wagon too!
