My Name Is Frosty

Now, I was born in winter-time,
When days were short and cold,
And I must live in winter-time,
To make sure I grow old.

And though I love a sunny day,
With warmth upon my face,
The sun would melt my life away,
And of my self erase.

My life is such a simple one,
I started as a flake,
But it would take so many more,
Before I would awake.

The flakes would pile up one by one,
Until they were a wall,
And then they'd roll on down a hill,
Until they formed a ball.

At first just one, then there were two,
And finally there were three,
The balls were stacked up one by one,
Until they made up me.

And then I stood up straight and tall,
A most outstanding lad,
But there was something missing, for
I stood there quite unclad.

I could not see, I could not talk,
I could not breathe the air,
So someone gave me coal for eyes,
But I could only stare.

And there was naught to smile about,
I didn't have a mouth,
If that is how my life would be,
I may as well head South.

But finally someone came along,
To give me everything,
A mouth, a nose, a fine top-hat,
Now I can dance and sing.

He called me Frosty, which is cool,
I really like that name,
And from that very moment on,
My life was not the same.

Some others called me Parson Brown,
And said to come around,
Perform a wedding there, because
"The preacher's out of town".

They said their vows, he kissed his bride,
And gave the girl a ring,
And then before I knew what hit,
The winter turned to spring.

I tried to run but could not move,
I could no longer dance,
I started melting there and then,
Without a second chance.

My smiling mouth turned upside down,
I felt a little fear,
And then before my eyes fell off,
I shed a little tear.

A puddle lay there at my feet,
(If you can call them that),
And in the centre of the pool,
Was floating my top-hat.

My time was coming to an end,
I tried, but couldn't scream,
Instead of white and fluffy snow,
I turned into a stream.

Away, I floated down the street,
To finally disappear,
But he who gave me my top-hat,
Said I'd be back next year.

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