The snowman's hat was crooked and his nose was out of place
And several of his whiskers had fallen from his face.
But the snowman didn't notice for he was trying to think
Of a New Year's resolution that wouldn't melt or shrink.
He thought and planned and pondered with his little snow-ball head
Till his eyes began to glisten and his toes began to spread:
And at last he said, "I've got it---I'll make a firm resolve
That no matter what the weather my smile will not dissolve."
Now the snowman acted wisely and his resolution won
For his splinter smile was wooden and it didn't mind the sun!
Happy New Year --Ann--
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