And all the while I wish I had seen The croc that swam towards me. Everything is still. The night air is cold and empty. But life springs by the lights of a cabin by a frozen lake, And the laughs of children in the snow. The jingle of a Christmas slay can be heard overhead.
Every evening is resembled to spring.
In the sky. There once was a boy named Sean Who made a big huge bomb. Now Sean's all over the lawn. The snowy night had dimmed. And all the leaves had fallen out.