Frosty
the snowman was an existential soul
And he never figured out the difference between rock and roll
And he hated carrots and coal
Frosty
the snowman said he hated standing still
And the thought of another winter filled him with a chill
And he felt really ill
Poor
old Frosty
He really hated that snow
Think about it
It's like you and me hating our skin
Hating the state we're in
Hating everything
Having a carrot for a nose
Having permanent black eyes and never being hit
