Fros ty the snow man was a jol ly hap py soul,

with a corn cob pipe and a but ton nose and two eyes made out of coal.

Fros ty the snow man is a fair y tale, they say,

he was made of snow but the chil dren know how he came to life one day.

There must have been some mag ic in that old silk hat they found,

for he when placed it on his head he be gan to dance a round.

Oh, Fros ty the man was a live as he could be,

and the chil dren say he could laugh and play just the same as you me.

Fros ty the snow man knew the sun was hot that day,

so he said, “Let’s run and we’ll have some fun now be fore I melt a way.”

Down to the vil lage, with a broom stick in his hand,

run ning here and there all a round the square, say in’ “Catch me if you can.”

He led them down the streets of town right to the traf fic cop,

and he on paused a mo ment when he he heard him hol ler, “Stop!” For Fros ty the man had to hur ry on his way,

but he waved good bye say in’, “Don’t you cry, I’ll be back a gain day.”

Thump et y thump thump, thump et y thump thump, look at Fros ty go.

Thump et y thump thump, thump et y thump thump, o ver the hills of snow.