Once there was a snowman
Stood outside the door
Thought he'd like to come inside
And run around the floor;
Thought he'd like to warm himself
By the firelight red;
Thought he'd like to climb up
On that big white bed.
So he called the North Wind,
"Help me now I pray.
I'm completely frozen
Standing here all day."
So the North Wind came along
And blew him in the door.
And now there's nothing left of him
But a puddle on the floor.
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