The Stevie Snobanks Story
Every year when the first flakes fall,
Stevie Snobanks heeds the call,
starting the annual snow roll,
forming three perfect powder packed balls.
He is never cold or frostbitten,
happy with only a scarf and mittens,
and topper befitting any tale by Dickens.
Last year ice formed on his carrot nose,
and his head was a perch for crows,
while others might have froze,
Stevie felt no need for clothes,
enjoying his days until the spring temperatures rose.
Each winter while humans add more underclothes,
Stevie’s smile broadens and brightly glows,
as his love for the blustery weather grows.
