Once there was a young snow boy,
     Built with loving care,
But when the children went indoors
     He felt full of despair.

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'Why can’t I go into their home?'
       He asked the northern breeze.
An answer came from high above
     The shivering, shaking trees.

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'Keep well away from human homes
     And take good care my friend -
For, if you don’t, I’ll tell you now
     You’ll come to a sad end.'

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The snow boy very sadly watched
     The children having fun,
Whilst out there, in his wintry world - -
      Well, sadly, he had none.

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'Why can’t I go into their home?'
       He asked the falling snow.
An answer came from up above:
     'Goodness, don’t you know?

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'Human homes are warm and dry.
       It’s something snowmen fear -
And it’s better for a young snow boy
     Like you to stay out here.

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'Now listen very carefully:
     If you went through their door,
You’d change and very quickly be
       A puddle on the floor!'

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The snow felt sorry for this boy 
     And knew just how he felt,
But explained that any warming heat
     Would quickly make him melt.

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The snow boy thanked the falling snow
     For all his good advice:
'Let humans keep their warm, dry homes.
     My wintry world’s quite nice!'

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