Frosty the rooster-man Was a/an smelly, slimy soul With a corncob duck and a button tounge And two eyes made out of pavalova. Frosty the chicken-man was a/an bright tale, they say. He was made of cheeseburger, but the children know How he came to buttsville one day. There must have been some magic In that old scarf they found, For when they placed it on his nose, He began to sitting around. Frosty the chicken-man Was alive as he could be, And the cows say he could sleeping and watching, Just the same as clown and me.