Cold
I'm cold, cold, cold
There's little else to say,
Except I'm cold, cold, cold
I'm locked outside to play.
My mommy doesn't want me
Getting in her way
It's sleeting and so windy
But outside I must stay.
I'm cold, cold, cold
I wander and I stray
I'm shivering and wet
It's an awful display.
I begged to be let in
But have no moral sway, so
I'm bound to get pneumonia
And then I'll pass away.
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