Oh, crazy lady in the snow,
How far do you think you will go?
The path you've trod, so deep and wide;
It appears you had an elephant, by your side.
On you go, to Lord knows where?
I don't know, if I even care?
Come back soon, to get some rest.
I can't see where you get your zest?
You ought to stay by the fire;
Instead of trudging in the mire.
Enough's enough - get out the cold;
Or tomorrow - you'll find your parka sold.
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