“Who tracked in this snow? ”
Mom queried her son.
“It was just me and Sam
Outdoors having fun.”
His mom wondered who
This new friend could be,
So she changed her approach
She knew just the key…
Poured him some hot choc’late,
“Here, sit next to me.
So, this Sam you’ve played with,
Right now, where is he? ”
“He’s outdoors in the cold
Standing in snow.
Thanks for the hot choc’late mom,
Now I really must go! ”
Out in the winter
She spied his new friend.
It was none other
Than Sammy...the snowman.
The snow boy named Sam.
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