The Snow Man

The snow softly swishes on the ground.
I see the snow.
The snow sound calms me down.

A serene world comes,
Where the snowmen softly glide on ice.

Isn't it nice
To glide on ice
And spin thrice
And land with a thump
And a whoosh again, whoosh again
Whoosh again, whoosh again.

Inside you drink cocoa and eat popcorn.
Pop!
He fills it to the top.

And the snow goes whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whossh
As the wind blows it away.