Outside it is freezing cold,
So I feel quite bold.
This time I will ensure a story is told.
The wind is whistling,
The snow is glistening.
It is my time to shine.
I load myself back,
Ready to attack.
At last, I shoot straight up.
I finally land inside a cup,
It is in the shape of a pup.
But then I slowly melt away,
I have no more time to play.
I once more say goodbye,
And in this warmth of the cup I cry,
Melting away as I die.