Warmer Climes
Old Frosty was a snowman
And how he loved that snow!
So crystalline, so pure and white;
Each year he’d grow and grow!
There are so many words for snow,
A winter lover's dream,
and all of them delectable,
especially with cream!
But Frosty isn’t happy
With life lived in the freeze;
He gazes in the mirror and
He likes not what he sees.
So Frosty took some action,
Got terrible advice.
The fix to all his problems:
Carving up that ice.
But when the next big snow blew in,
The plan just turned to ash;
The only thing not quite as big:
His former pile of cash.
The bitter pill to swallow,
As is the case sometimes:
Old Frosty needs a lifestyle change,
A move to warmer climes.
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