The Snow-Woman's Tale

There once was a snow-woman who was really quite small

Around the size of an over-stuffed doll

She hadn't a friend to call her own

And she lived in a spot where the sun rarely shown She began to wonder if anyone cared

No one came by to see how she fared

But this all changed one fine cloudy day

When she saw a kind man coming her way

He knelt before her in the cold, white snow

Why he was there she didn't quite know

But then she saw them, the weeds in his hand

They were brown and old and not at all grand

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But her heart nearly melted, which would have been bad

For she would have dissolved into something sad
So she merely smiled and took them from him
And her little cold heart was full to the brim.

So next time you see someone without a friend
Just remember our story and the happy end
For a weed or a smile or just a "hello"
Can warm even those made from cold snow.