The Man They Call Winter


Sometimes he is gentle
Sometimes he is harsh
But he can bring about frost
In a mountain or marsh

From his shoes comes the ice
That lies on the ground
From his hair comes the snow
Building an interesting mound

Cold air blows when he speaks
Emitting frost when he sighs
His tears instantly freeze
The moment he cries

His frost hound will snarl
His frost hound will bite
But you really can't blame them
They're hungry at night

For this was the curse that was given to him
When his chances of survival were nothing but slim
So think who you're hurting when you wish only for summer
Because for the man they call Winter that would be such a bummer

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