They're angry with the humans
For leaving their bodies bare
Do you know how cold
The snow can be
When you're mostly naked
For everyone to see
The snowmen are angry
They'll get vengeance soon
Better lock your doors
Or the snowmen will start the killing croon
Just next time you make a snowman
Remember he's cold
Wrap him up warm
He don't mind if from his body you mould
So next time you make one
A jacket'll do
And when the snowmen come
He'll remember to spare you
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