July 2010

The Snowman
by Shel Silverstein

'Twas the first day of springtime,
And the snowman stood alone
As the winter snows were melting,
And the pine trees seemed to groan,
"Ah, you poor sad snowman,
You'll never see July."
Said the Snowman, "What a pity,
For I'd like to see July
Yes I'd like to see July, and please don't ask me why.
But I'd like to, yes I'd like to, oh I'd like to see July."

Chirped a Robin, just arriving,
"Seasons come and seasons go,
And the greatest ice must crumble
When its' flowers time to grow
And as one thing is beginning,
so another thing must die,
And there's never been a snowman
Who has ever seen July.
No they never see July, no matter how they try.
No they never ever, never ever, never see July."

But the snowman sniffed his carrot nose
And said, "At least I'll try,"
And be bravely smiled his frosty smile
And blinked his coal-black eye.
And there he stood and faced the sun
A blazin' from the sky--
And I really cannot tell you
If he ever saw July.
Did he ever see July? You can guess as well as I
If he ever, if he never, if he ever saw July.