It's been the coldest day of the year
I cannot hold any more tea I fear
My chilblains are itching
Me eyes now twitching
My bones shivering to the core
I don't want to sound a bore
But dear if you don't close that door
You'll find me frozen to the floor
I wrap my woolies close and tight
I intend to add more layers tonight
When then a zombie you can see
Frosted in wool from head to knee
Know that it's poor ol frozen me
My feet ah! Now that's a long tale
Can only be completed
With a bottle of ale
They are wrapped in tonnes of cloth
Inside they curl through my sock
I put a mummy to shame
Wrapped for winter now I'm game
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