Though my head is a pumpkin
Don't make the assumption
That I am worth nothing

As depressing as it sounds
I leave a trail of snow on the grounds
...And throw snowballs all year round

This is my story 'tis the season
You have to believe me I'm not worth teasin'
Yes, I'm made of blocks, but that doesn't mean I dont have feelings

Hopefully you find my story appealing
As others judge me while my body starts melting and peeling
And I am gone till next year when it again, is freezing