All alone on top of a hill
There sat Jack Frost, quiet and still
Bitter he was, for he was hungry
With no prospects of pizza, not like Ronnie

Then he schemed, and on he dreamed
The pizza would soon become his it seemed
For Jack had a plan, yes it was so
He'd cover the ground with fresh fallen snow

And then when young Ronnie awoke from his dream
Out from his mouth came a terrible scream
There was no pizza, how could it be?
He merely cried, alone and hungry