When Jan’ry’s chill brought glistening fields of ice

and February laid down carpets deep of snow,

a frozen man we made, a bower to our bliss,

with carrot nose and buttons of the blackest coal.

Oh, purest body, how we loved our toil.

Our hearts besought you Snowman, will you stay?

But, soon friends part; Then whither goes your soul

when March’s rays so kiss the snow away?

Then dog, in loss, did wail and pant, and ate the carrot anyway.