there's a poem about a boy who makes a snowball and becomes his friend but "leaves him" in the middle of the night "not before he wet the bed" I think is the last line. Can anyone help?
I made myself a snowball
As perfect as could be.
I thought I'd keep it as a pet
And let it sleep with me.
I made it some pajamas
And a pillow for its head.
Then last night it ran away,
But first it wet the bed.