I’m on the treadmill listening to talk discussing our tendency to be unhappy with life as it is.
Meanwhile the dog is anxiously wanting attention.

In comes my father who sees the dog’s discontent and recites the following poem.

Once there was a snowman,
Who stood outside the door,
He wished that he could come inside,
And run about the floor.
He wished that he could warm himself,
Beside the fire, so red,
He wished that he could climb
Upon the big white bed.

So he called the North Wind,
“Come and help me, pray,
For I’m completely frozen,
Standing here all day.”
So the North Wind came along,
And blew him in the door,
And now there’s nothing left of him
But a puddle on the floor!