When she's feeling silly, that's when things get chilly

When she needs to be bold, things are bound to get cold

If she needs to take a lunge, that's when temperatures plunge

Her complexion is considered elven, but her measurements are in Kelvin

She barely makes a peep, yet the frost is sure to creep

However when she's merry, the atmosphere is crisp and airy

Cleverly she works her craft, cautious not to make a draft

So many things she can make, from massive avalanche to itty-bitty snowflake

Such a sweet girl considered so nice, let's throw her a party (but she can bring the ice)