If I was a snowman built round and tall
I hope you'd play with me
There's not much I could do all in all
Would I know myself?
Or would I care?
In the end I just hope you can be there
But beware
My love is cold and never really there
So when we warm up and I disappear
I hope you still care to keep my hat and my charcoal
And save it to do it again next year
But not to resurrect me, but to build something better in my memory