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Frosty the snowman was from very evil snow
With a machine gun hand and a rocket arm
And two eyes that see your soul
Frosty the snowman was a murderer they say,
He was made of snow
But the children know,
How he came to be that way
There must have been some magic in that old machine gun they found,
For when they placed it in his hand,
He began to loose some rounds
Frosty the snowman was as much of a terrorist as you can be
And the children say he can destroy a city with a single missile,
Quite unlike you and me,
Frosty he snowman knew the sun was hot that day,
So he said, "don't run. The sun is coming down today before it can melt me away"
Down to the village with a blowtorch in his hand
Running here and there all around the square
Catching you if he can
He dragged them down the streets of the town,
Right to the traffic cop
And only killed him a moment after he said, "stop!"
Frosty the snowman was a demon in a way,
He waved goodbye looking quite sly
"I'll come back again one fine day"
YOU ARE READING
Little Me
AcakThis is just random shit bout me (oops.. I used a bad word! Oh no! Don't tell mommy on me!. Yes I have a bit of a foul mouth). Just for some my friends, "friends" and the rest of ya random people
