Who told me they were made of snow!
“They waved their arms so queer and long,
And kept time to a winter song;
And when I said I’d go away,
Their frosty voices bade me stay.
“I looked up at them in surprise,
And each man rolled his wooden eyes;
Then said if I’d excuse the joke,
They’d light a match and take a smoke!
“Now if you’d like to hear them talk,