Tomorrow will be cold, that is for sure,
Colder than cold; it will be quite raw,
Oh, what will I do, first and foremost,
Make a snowman or fight with balls of the stuff?
I will just have wait and hope its enough,
Be it two inches of snow or two feet of the stuff,
If it’s not very high I will go to work, though its far,
Driving carefully along in my Austin Princess car.
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Then again I might stay home and make pray,
Thanking God for the white gift ‘cos it don’t happen every day.
See ya!
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men,
Laughed at Dumpty, broken in pain.
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Will you save? Humpty asked in his pain?
My shell it is cracked and also my brain.
If nothing is done by horse or by man.
My time will be gone from nursery rhyme land.
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The king’s horses and also his men,
Felt sorry for laughing at the egg in his pain.
So fetching some glue – and super at that,
They stuck him together though ever so cracked.
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There once was a man called Trump,
Who thought it right that he thump,
Anyone he opposed he gave a blood nose.
That’s Trump, thumpity-thump.
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