On a winter’s night, when the moon was bright,
And the snow lay thick on the ground,
A little snow-elf came out by himself,
And took a good look around.
And next, we made a large round ball
And fixed for it a head,
We gave him stones for eyes, and made
His mouth with paper, red.
A piece of wood did for a nose,
We stuck it in all right;
Then placed the old hat on his head,
Oh dear! He was a sight!
What fun we had that day! We boys
With holly trimmed his hat,
And then with snow we pelted him,
Until he grew quite fat.
We called him “Punch,” and laughed until
It made the teardrops start.
What games we had! Alas, next day,
He died of “Melted Heart.”
Marie L. Johnson.
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