This is sung to the tune of "White Christmas"
I would finish writing the song, but I am too cold.
I'm living in a white springtime.
Just like the ones I've had before.
Where the tree tops shiver
and children quiver
to feel wind blow through their bones.
I'm spending all my nights huddled
wishing to crawl inside my stove.
1 comment:
Would it be too terrible a pun if I were to say you must be a "BUDDING" song-writer???
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