Where that little snowball went I am sure I can not say. But soon as I can get my hat, I'll make one that will want to stay. Tightly held in my left front pocket, this one won't be gettin away;
I'll hold it tight and it won't wanna fight, my fingers will just get cold....my little pet won't leave I bet, til winter takes ahold...sooner or later it must give in, or my little guy will win. I'm sure THIS time it will stay right here til I decide to let him spin; I will throw it so hard it will fly thru the air my aim is not so good; After all it's just a throw I don't want to be missunderstood;
Once my little fingers thaw another is close at hand. I will play with my pet til spring arrives when I will trade him in for sand.
Until that happens, my little friend and me...we're tight as friends can be; my little friend in my left front pocket waitin there for me. I'll say goodnight, and I won't fight cause I have my friend with me...can't wait to take him out to play just wait and around and see. <font color="ff0000">•</font><font color="ff0000">•</font><font color="ff0000">•</font><font color="ff0000">•</font><font color="ff0000">•</font> be here in the morning, THIS time because friends don't walk away...I will pull him out and toss him around and we will play and play.