You heard the tale of Frosty, Suzy Snowflake and Jack Frost,
but have you heard the tale that long ago was lost.
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Stanley the slush pile lying by the lane.
Dirty and frozen waiting to melt in the rain.
No one seems to love him.
They wish that he'd just go.
But in the heart of Stanley he's a lovely field of snow.
He fell upon the highway in a blanket silky white.
When the road crew saw him they thought it wasn't right.
They salted and they scraped him and push him to the side.
If he wasn't frozen Stanley would have cried.
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He's too hard for snowballs. They could put out an eye.
Too filthy for sled riding.
Just ask anyone who tried.
He's to be avoided and left there all alone.
Waiting for the sunlight and the wind to take him home.
In the spring it happened. He melted all away.
He floated to the heavens. To where snowflakes are made.
He came again in winter so pretty that he glowed.
And as he drifted downward he landed in the road.
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