His day in the sun was the end of him.
He should have stayed in bed.
Everyone will come and shed a tear.
Frosty the snowman is dead.
His head is running water as he waddled down the drain.
His pipe and his button nose are all that remains.
No longer are the days so crisp and the nights cold and bitter.
The spring has sprung and in the sun the birds all chirp and twitter.
Yes Frosty is dead.
But don't dispair or shead another tear.
Go have some fun. Enjoy the sun.
He will be back again next year.
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