There once was a snowman named Fred
He wore a top hat on his head
He looked on sunny days with dread
They reminded him someday he’d be dead.
He showed up to church every Sunday at ten
And sat smiling in his pew until it would begin
He sang hallelujah and shouted amen
The preacher preached freedom from Satan and sin.
Afterwards everyone sat down to eat
Potlucks after church are always a treat
They ate there for hours, it was really quite neat
Until someone decided to turn up the heat.
Our snowman friend Fred was now in deep trouble
For while eating his meal he turned into a puddle.
The thermostat had been turned up to a whopping ninety-seven
But Fred didn’t care much because he was in heaven.
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