Chili in the pot
On a cold-cold night.
Batten the hatches,
And hold on tight.
Hats. Scarves. Coats.
Covers for the bed.
Kids take a ride
In the old-red sled.
Chili in the pot.
Yea! That's right.
There'll be chili
In the pot tonight.
And chili in the pot
Spells chilly in the air;
It's downright chilly
Everywhere.
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