The Snowman's Resolution

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!