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Gather 'round children
And listen to my tale
Of the Winter of Fourteen
And tears by the pail.
Your ancestors were girlie men
It can not be denied
With snow in their girlie parts
All through March they cried.
They whined about the cold
They whined about the ice
The shreaking of their anguish,
A million squeaking mice.
Alas these trembling flowers
When they weary of this meat
Will spend the days of Summer
Bitching about the heat.
Feel free to add new verses.
And listen to my tale
Of the Winter of Fourteen
And tears by the pail.
Your ancestors were girlie men
It can not be denied
With snow in their girlie parts
All through March they cried.
They whined about the cold
They whined about the ice
The shreaking of their anguish,
A million squeaking mice.
Alas these trembling flowers
When they weary of this meat
Will spend the days of Summer
Bitching about the heat.
Feel free to add new verses.
