SNOWMAN


by: Minnie Boyd Popish


Hello there, snowman, by my door,
Haven't I met you once before?
I know your shiny, coal black eyes
With their look of bright surprise
And your happy apple smile.
Now let me stop and think awhile.

Oh yes, I'm sure that you must be
The one I built when I was three.
No No Of course that can't be so,
For that was quite some time ago
And yet you seem so much the same
That I'd nearly stake a claim
That you were mine and I was yours,
That carrot nose almost assures!

What's that you're whispering old friend?
Ah yes, I think I comprehend.
You snowmen are a magic horde,
Who easily can be restored.
You say I built you as a child,
That you've only been exiled,
Waiting to see me just once more
When I had a child of three or four.


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