I bend over the horizon, A rare sight to see. Only after storms Can you catch a glimpse of me.

Three snowy spheres all stacked with care, a carrot nose and scarf I wear. With coal for a smile, I proudly stand, a winter guest shaped by your hand.

One bird all by itself can't make a pun. But...

In waves, in lattes, and beds I’m found, a crowd of bubbles packed around.

I basically turned into liquid in a sleeping bag, had a rest and then came out all flappy! It was mad