people seem to enjoy this but i should also have a text version here too so
when it snows we roll it up
give it a hat, call it a man
wrap him in a scarf so he doesnt get cold
if we could we would take him inside
give him a seat at the table
and say my friend, you must try the soup
never changing, always hot, always filling
ah- but you are made of snow
and the snowman would laugh and say
i am made of water that has fallen before
i know it is my fate to melt again
i do not fear it like you do- it is inevitable
but you humans have it wrong
you think death is disappearing
giving back. nobody disappears
you never disappear until
your last fingerprints fade
but you are not gone. not until the world loses
the last touch of your influence.
do you think your great, great, great,
she is still right here with us
her soup sits on the table