Dashing through the snow
On a pair of broken ski's
Over the hills we go
bumping into trees...
Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!
The snow is turning red
I think I hit my head
I woke up in the hospital
with stitches in my head
Jingle Bells, Batman smells
Robin laid an egg...
Grandma got a gun
Shot a dear in the rear
in 1941...
I'm sure I don't have this quite right...but I'm laughing my head off at my dd's antic's tonight.
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