Oh, the snowman stands with a crooked grin,

A carrot nose and a hat too thin.

With twiggy arms that wave askew,

He guards the yard with a frosty hue.

His button eyes see naught but cheer,

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Yet melts away when spring draws near.

A scarf too bold, a lopsided stance,

He seems to invite a snowball dance.

What folly it is, this frozen knight,

Who braves the cold through day and night.

Yet in his silliness, joy does grow,

For laughter thrives where snowmen show.