Get the warm fire roaring
And bring all the blankets too;
Shivering's too boring
And the Winter makes me blue.
Stir up some hot chocolate,
And the cold days, we'll abide,
Though it’s not chill as we thought-
Oops, I've got to go outside.
Turn the air up colder,
While I pull off all these coats,
And some fans I'll shoulder,
While you open up the moat.
It feels like Indian summer,
With a furnace in the breeze;
Hot blowing air's a bummer-
But I think now, I might freeze?
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