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Harsh Winter

Cold, cold, freezin'!
Pelted with ice!
The wind comes a breezin'!

Too cold for this season!
It runs as fast as mice!
Cold, cold, freezin'!

This is seasonal treason!
Flew into my eye, looks like uncooked rice!
The wind comes a breezing'!

I try to find a reason.
There's something in my hair, Lice!
Cold, cold, freezin'!

It whispers, "I'm just teezin'!"
But I know it's not that nice!
The wind comes a breezin'!

Now it whispers, "Listen!
It's time to pay the price!"
Cold, cold, freezin'!
The wind comes a breezin'!



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