Ode to Yo

Prompt: I was listening to a song today that brought some cheer. It was the Yodeling song, about a man, that loved to hear yodeling. The old man loved to hear his name - Yo. Write a poem, using the "Triolet" as your form, to tell his life story. Maximum 6 stanzas.

(The triolet is an old French form that is short and witty or more traditionally romantic. It has 8 lines in the rhyming scheme abaaabab. The first two lines (ab) and the last two lines(ab) are the same, as well as the first line and the fourth.)



My name it is Yo, I live up in the snow
I'm a yolly good fellow indeed.
I enjoy my cold life, full of white don't ya know,
My name it is Yo, I live up in the snow.
My nose it is red, with it thus I did grow
Advice to cover it I never did heed.
My name it is Yo, I live up in the snow
I'm a yolly good fellow indeed!

I grew up ja, a yodeling
Living up in the mountains so high,
I have to yodel instead of just sing
I grew up ja, a yodeling.
It can sometimes be a lonely thing,
I tried hard not to become really shy.
I grew up ja, a yodeling,
Living up in the mountains so high.

Now I am old and my voice is all gone.
I must listen to others yodel now.
At end of the day, I head for bed with a yawn,
Now I am old and my voice is all gone.
And I wake in the dawn,
Go and find my old cow,
Now I am old and my voice is all gone,
I must listen to others yodel now.