THE ABOMINABLE SNOWMAN AND THE LITTLE GIRL
I rapidly made my way toward the library.
It was a cold and very windy Saturday.
It was a couple of hundred yards
from warm car to warm building.
Nearing the steps of the library,
I was complementing myself for only having
a few more feet to go, thinking surely
I could hang in there without becoming the
Suddenly a little girl age six or seven
hopped by, trying to skip her rope with
only fair to moderate success. She was
attired with coat, mittens, and stocking cap.
She seemed oblivious to the windy cold.
She was unconsciously concentrating,
seeking success, and enjoying herself.
And I, I was just trying to get inside quickly.
Hey! That little girl is going to make out okay!
Say, if she can make it, so can I.
Indeed, so can I, said the abominable snowman.