Oh, the snowman stands with a crooked grin,

  A carrot nose and a hat too thin.

  With twiggy arms that wave askew,

  He guards the yard with a frosty hue.

  His button eyes see naught but cheer,

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  Yet melts away when spring draws near.

  A scarf too bold, a lopsided stance,

  He seems to invite a snowball dance.

  What folly it is, this frozen knight,

  Who braves the cold through day and night.

  Yet in his silliness, joy does grow,

  For laughter thrives where snowmen show.