Cold

Baby, it's cold as ice
And that's not nice

We all seem to like Frozen
Because she's the chosen

My pressure is running high
Because I looked up at the sky

I saw the crystalline snow
And it made my eyes glow

Get out the American Flyer
Because it makes me feel higher

The drifts are growing
And the winds keep blowing

We're in the Winter time
And it sure ain't sublime

A Cold sketch!