Frosty the Snowman

FROSTY THE SMOKER

Frosty the Smoker

Is a martyred, tortured soul

With his patience tried

He must go outside

Just to fill his lungs with coal

Frosty the Smoker

Is productive every way

‘Cause he only takes

three coffee breaks

just to smoke two packs a day

                There has to be a better way

                To deliver nicotine

                We ought to mix it in a patch

                With a big dose of caffeine

Stressed from the morning

To the Plaza he will strut

With his patience spent

He decides to vent;

Stepping out to stomp some butt.

                For those who are afraid of smoke

                There still is cause to grieve

                We have to walk right through the stuff

                When we enter in or leave

Frosty the Smoker

Is so far from overjoyed

For between his hacks

He coughs up more tax

To fund healthcare for the unemployed

Oh, Frosty the Smoker

Doesn’t want to quit this fun

But when it’s too cold

He will just get bold

And will sneak down to G-1.