M r . S n o w m a n

One day, in a store

Around three

I saw a stuffed snowman

And gave my father a plea

To let me get him

At a quarter to three

Jingle Jingle!

Went the bells as we left the store

And headed toward the car door

“We’re Home!” boomed father as he

Put Mr. Snowman gently on the floor

At three

Now its three years later

And Mr. Snowman sits in my room

Without a hat or his broom

And he’s got no stuffing

From all the roughing and loving

He got after that day my father

Put him on the floor

At three