He stuck his tongue
On to the ice
He couldn't brake free
It didn't feel nice
So his big sister ran
To get some warm water
Along came a man
And said, ' What's the matter? '
My brother is stuck,
Could you please help me sir?
' Of course, for a buck, '
As he teased the poor girl.
Just a little blood ran
Down onto the ice
' I help when I can,
So you better be nice.'
' I won't do that again, '
Billy boy said
' I'll keep my tongue in
Or else I'll be dead.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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