tumbleweed frosty

To be sung to the familiar tune by Steve Nelson

Frosty the Snowman
Tumbled into town
With a duct tape hat and two duct tape eyes
And a scarf made out of yarn.

Frosty the Snowman
Was a jolly, prickly soul
He’d been painted white and his smile shone bright
On his tumbly, grassy knoll

He first appeared a long time ago,
In nineteen fifty six,
Created by an artist with
Tumbleweeds and sticks.

Now that man is 100,
And his grandsons do the work
Frosty still appears, but if it rains
He will melt into the dirt.

Drippity-drop-drop, watch him droop
On a dreary, rainy day.
Pittery-pat-pat comes the rain,
Washing poor Frosty away.

Liz McFadzean