day, I met a depressed, soulful snowman,
thoughtful, though rather svelte,
dreamt of going to a warmer clime,
I warned him, once there, he'd melt.
he really hated the weather at home,
see, it was, always, much too cold,
he'd heard of the sun in Australia,
no matter what, he wouldn't be told...
And he went off looking for a suitable hole,
in and tumbled down right through the earth,
started off in a comfortable snowstorm,
finished up boiling in Perth!
his brain starting frying, his clothes melting fast,
found himself in a desperate muddle,
the snowman came to a soggy end,
a damp patch known as a snuddle!*
yes, a snuddle is a slushy snow puddle...
about that, I've just been granted my poetic licence!
The moral of this sad little tale is,
your body's really cool and your soul's made of ice,
before you leap down rabbit holes,
greener grass isn't always that nice."