I am a little brass monkey,
With little brass arms and brass ears,
Brass legs and a brass nose,
Brass hands, brass fingers, and even brass toes.
Of all the things that I do cherish,
Two little things I adore,
They too are brass, and are just the right class,
To go jangling when the frost covers the floor.
What a clang they ring out,
My two little brass balls they do shake!
When the cold come from afar,
My brass balls go cha-cha-cha.
What a joyful sound they do make.
(By Jack E Blennim.)
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