For now the sun is playful
Sparkling off my sides and head,
But soon it will get hotter
and sadly I'll be dead.
My roly-poly roundness
Will shrink and melt away
I'll be the size of three green peas
Very little will I weigh.
From my face my eyes shall fall
and the arms out of my side
a carrot nose shall hit the ground
My striped scarf will come untied.
I hope it won't be painful
When spring decides it's up to bat
I kind of wish I'd just dissolve,
but I know better than that.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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