I’m a little snowman, Short and fat. Here is my broom And here is my hat. When the sun comes out, I’ll melt away, But I’ll be back, Another day!
“November comes And November goes, With the last red berries And the first white snows.
With night coming early, And dawn coming late, And ice in the bucket And frost by the gate.
The fires burn And the kettles sing, And earth sinks to rest Until next spring.” - Elizabeth Coatsworth
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I’m a little snowman,
Short and fat.
Here is my broom
And here is my hat.
When the sun comes out, I’ll melt away,
But I’ll be back, Another day!
“November comes
And November goes,
With the last red berries
And the first white snows.
With night coming early,
And dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket
And frost by the gate.
The fires burn
And the kettles sing,
And earth sinks to rest
Until next spring.”
- Elizabeth Coatsworth