by Shel Silverstein
I made myself a snowball
As perfect as could 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.
One cold winter night, I walked outside
And looking up I could see
A skyful of snowflakes tunbling at me.
The sky was high, I was down low.
I saw a million snowflakes glow.
And yet no two were just alike
In all that wondrous, wint'ry night.
It makes me feel so good to know
That on this earth down here below
With all its great variety,
That He who makes the snow made ME
One of a kind!
If you looked forever
You would never find
A person-pattern just like mine!