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Oh, the beautiful snow! We’re all in a glow— Nell, Dolly, and Willie, and Dan; For the primest of fun, When all’s said and done, Is just making a big snow man. Two stones for his eyes Look quite owlishly wise, A hard pinch of snow for his nose; Then a mouth that’s as big As the snout of a pig, And he’ll want an old pipe, I suppose. Then the snow man is done, And to-morrow what fun To make piles of snow cannon all day, And to pelt him with balls Till he totters and falls, And a thaw comes and melts him away. FINISHING TOUCHES. |
