Mr Snow, the snowman
One eye closed, the other winking
Made of coal, with a carrot for a nose
Around his neck, a scarf wound tight
Woolly hat complete his clothes
What does he think as he stands alone
In the deep dark of night
When the world is froze
Does he dream, does he snore
We'll never ever know, that's for sure! ✨
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