Frosty the Snowman
Was a static pile of snow
With a pipe shaped stick and a carrot nose
And two Kingsford briquettes yo!

Frosty the Snowman
Is a game we like to play
Just three balls of snow
And as we all know
He can’t come to life, no way

There must have been some Morton’s in
That old sock hat we found
For when we placed it on his head
He just melted to the ground

So, Frosty, the Snowman
Isn’t living, as we see
And as children play
There he stands all day
Just ignored by you and me

Frosty the Snowman
As the sun grows hot this day
Started melting down
On the patchy ground
Meaning slush is on its way

Frosty the Snowman
Is about all gone today
So we wave goodbye, sayin' "Don't you cry”
He’s not real anyway