When winter comes with snow around,
It is such fun
To gather snow up from the ground,
To smite a man--
A snowman large and smooth and round.
His eyes as black as black can be,
We make of coal.
We give him broom, and buttons three,
And hat so droll.
A famous snowman now is he.
The famous snowman, fine to see,
Looks poorly now.
He dropped his broom, and buttons three,
I don't know how.
Whatever can the matter be?
Too soon the snowman off will go,
In night-time dark.
He'll creep away when warm winds blow,
And leave no mark,
Except a heap of dirty snow.