Snowball
by Shel Silverstein
I made myself a snowball,
as perfect as can be.
I thought I'd keep it as a pet,
and let it sleep with me.
I made it some pajamas,
and a pillow for its head.
Then last night, it ran away.
But first, it wet the bed!
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