Fiddleeebod

There is a snowman on my head.

I’m wearing socks, one blue, one red,

hopping on one foot into town

clutching a pillow of eiderdown.

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The pillow bursts and feathers fly.

How did this happen? Why, oh why?

The snowman melts. I slink from town

covered in fluffs of eiderdown.

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