His charcoal black eyes seemed slightly near, A twiggy grin spread from ear to ear, A light frost covered his carrot nose, With his branchy arms in open pose. A red coloured hat sat on his head, While a soft rope was his belt instead, A yellow wool scarf lay on his chest, The snowman did look his handsome best. But with the hot sun he will go down, And his melting face will wear a frown, Then one evening he will soon be gone, Turned to a bundle of snow forlorn.
