Death of a Snowman

I was awake all night,
big as a polar bear,
strong and firm and white.
The tall black hat i wear
was draped with ermine fur.
i felt so fit and well
till the world began to stir
and the morning sun swell
i was tired, began to yawn;
at noon in the humming sun,
i caught a severe warm;
my nose began to run.
my hat grew black and fell,
was followed by my grey head.
there was no funeral bell,
but by teatime i was dead.

_Vernon Scannell_