K-eep out the cold chill,
A-s it makes you shiver;
Y-ou must close the windows,
C-ontrol the threat of fever.
E-arly morn has broken, wait for the sun to shine;
E-very promise of dawn is a good weather sign.
O-n the fifteenth of November,
R-ain rides in the wild wind;
A-im at the warmth of beacon,
T-ill chill comes to an
E-nd.
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