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.