I'm rolling around in the snow. It's so pleasurable and fun To roll balls of ice. Around the man we run. He's made of snow and coal. A carrot for a nose. If he touches things, you'll need two sticks. Now he's pretty as a rose. He looks alive but he's not. The head's a bit smaller than the base. We like to dress him for winter. Around his body we race. I'm rolling around in the grass. It's so pleasurable and fun. But my snowman has melted away. And summer's on the run.