FROSTY

FROSTY Frosty the snowman, the hero of the song Fired from his winter job, as he always got it wrong Found a job in Florida, cooking burgers on the hob No longer a snowman, with his new hot summer job A soulful look in those eyes of coal, sadness was complete He soon had lost so much weight, a puddle round his feet After one shift he was fired again when his hat he tried to doff One serving even got a carrot when his nose fell off There was so little left of him as he made his way back North Snowbirds were quite different, travelling back and forth He made the Canadian border, accumulating snow Hoping that, given time and cold, his body may re-grow But up into the mountains, it was so bitter cold he froze So now he’s a national statue that everybody knows