I was standing nice and tall.
But you weren't singing at all.
I was smiling large and bright.
It's no matter if you don't sing with all your might.
But my presence is so large!
You forget, I'm in charge.
So sing! Sing!
Or your finish bells will ring.
Yes, ok. To your notes I will cling.
And bellow loudly as if it will soon be spring!
Ah yes, let's go, and sing about snow.