Oh,
Our zest for snow is fading,
Through slush we're tired of wading,
Slipping on ice is such a pain,
Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain.
The people inside are grumpy,
They're feeling sad and frumpy,
We need to run on the Veldt,
Let it meldt, let it meldt, let it meldt.
What's your verse?
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