When The Snowman Sings

Last night deep in the snowfall I
Thought I heard someone
Singing some happy toon very snow-issimo.
Staring out through the storm door I
Saw no one but the
Snowman we made a few days ago
Now I know.

When it snows then the snowman sings
Lights his pipe and he blows smoke rings
Plays his icicle vibraphone
Just to postpone the approach of spring
When it snows then the snowman sings

And the that he sings
Go something like this
As I recall
Something like this

How I do treasure this low pressure
How euphorically hip
Is this frozen precip
There's no other manifestation of
crystal perfection in all of creation like snow
That I know of
One thing I miss is a misses so make me one please
A snowwoman my own with whom I could happily freeze
When the wind blows sub zero
We'd be nicely equipped if you catch my drift

When it snows then the snowman sings
Lights his pipe and he blows smoke rings
Plays his icicle vibraphone
Just to postpone the approach of spring
When it snows then the snowman sings

When it snows then the snowman sings
Lights his pipe and he blows smoke rings
Plays his icicle vibraphone
Just to postpone the approach of spring
When it snows then the snowman sings