The Pink Lever
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!
The freaking bell breaks its law again
The Christmas Eve was just a tale
The feathers of chicks were just at hail
Arrows of pains were in their veins
The hot-reddish path was gained
Key claimed as if the dame was lame
Cocky perfumes all-over the wailing sail
Dogs wail for the eve is great
The time of pain was over for a new day to begin in weightless end
Mamma was good to stay in hay for there’s no work for her to lay
Bones were many for puppies to play
As they sing "the day is young and hay
Cats were in hard diet
For the enemy was at hand the whole night
No captives were found in their way light
Birds rejoice in the loud voice they could know
The box created for a special snow
Never got to sow
They reap nothing like cold
Hottie! Hottie! The weather was bold
The rain too never unfold
Winds were brails and never woed
Happy we were for the families were in whole
Music was played to close the hole
Magic tale were happening in front of our face
No war was found in trace
The dogs and cats took honey and went on dates
They made a lot of money cos they dance in gates
The birds too went for the puppies for there was nothing Coney in the fairies.
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