In the winter of '92
The sky was crystal blue.
The sun was bright and shining down,
Glistening upon the snow covered ground.
All of the children were out to play,
Wanting the sun to stay away.
They had to fight the bitter cold;
They had a snowman they had to mold.
They come in all shapes and sizes too.
Some wore scarves that were brand new.
Unlike Frosty, they weren't quite round,
But proudly they stand on the snow covered ground.