That winter of snow
there was nowhere to go,
so grandad was left on his own,
he stood and he froze
from his carroty nose
to his toes- and he felt all alone.
But on one moonlit night
grandad woke to the sight
of a snowchild, they had a cold cuddle,
which so melted his heart
that here’s the sad part-
all that’s left of them now is a puddle.