I made myself a snowball
As perfect as could be 
I thought I's keep it as a pet
And let it sleep with me 
I made it some pyjamas
And a pillow for it's head 
Then last night it ran away 
But first it wet the bed ~~


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You know the stork brings babies
But did you also know 
He comes & gets the older folk 
When it's their time to go?

Zooms right down & scoops them up
Then flaps them out the door 
And flies them to a factory where
They were all made before 

And their skin is tightened up
Their muscles are all toned 
Their wrinkles all are ironed out
They're given brand new bones 

Ol' bent backs are straightened up 
New teeth are added too 
Tired hearts are all repaired
And made to work like new 

Their memories are all removed
And they're shrunk down & then
The stork flies them back down to the Earth
As new born babies again~~


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How many slams in an old screen door 
Depends on how loud you shut it 
How many slices in a bun of bread
Depends on how thin you cut it
How much good inside a day 
Depends on how good you live'em
How much love inside a friend
Depends on how much you give'em ~~


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