An early Spring arrives,
and a lone snowman survives,
broken sticks where arms once were,
a half-eaten carrot where once was a nose.
And, if you look closely
at the rocks for his mouth, you'll see
that they've begun to sag down.
Is that a frown?

He's the last one
as winter's almost done.
And here people stand,
foolishly thinking they understand
how unbelievably lonely
it is to be, one and only.
He doesn't have long
until he'll be gone.
How tragic that he's meeting his end
without a single friend.