Wallace

Ch Ch Ch Chiller.

Snow is falling.

Jack Frost is calling.

This winters cold.

Is confident and bold.

I\'m  chilled to the bone.

My stuttering voice does coldly moan.

On my head a wooly hat.

Two cold stray dogs to each other chat.

Soon I\'ll be home and cosy and warm.

This winters cold could do one harm.

To you all i say.

Have a peaceful Christmas day.