Oh, The Death Of A Snowman Poem by someone anonymus

I melt from first the bottom
But soon I've only my head
My Carrot, my pipe, my scarf, and my smile
All fall to the ground- they'll lay there for a while
Oh, the death of a snowman!

My epitaph will never be read(cause it was made o'snow)
There are no relics of my head(it was blown away by the wind's blow)
The lines in the church aren't near a mile
Death would be better for a crocodile
Oh, the death of a snowman

All the people rejoice except Ted,
Looking down at my melting head,
Very sad to see me go, crying in my body of snow
Oh, the death of a snowman