Besties

I’m glad I found you

Can’t you see

I’m your snowman

You’re my tree

The sun above

The grass below

We’re both in love

With blowing snow

You wear the flakes

Like wang or Prada

In delicate lace

Like an enchilada

When I am chilled

You tie my scarf

That came from Bill

The lawns, yard dwarf

My nose you refresh everyday

With Mr. Ed, the farmer’s horse

For some freshly mowed and baled hay

For him to eat, of course, of course

I decorate your lush green fir

With baubles that I found

Icy sickles, honey and myrrh

I found shining on the ground

Together we make quite a pair

Dancing like starlight in the snowflakes

In squalls or when the weather’s fair

Across the meadows, hills and lakes