I was born
To the rhythm
Of the hot July sun
Beating down on the Earth
And you must know
That I love her so
With her swimming pools
And all
But taking my soul
And holding it dear
Can only be done
By Her Majesty herself
The ever-magnificent
Queen December
Gliding in on a
Berry-red sled
And feathery gusts
Of excuses to cuddle
And the twinkling lights
Pour brightness into the eyes
Of all who admire
December, darling
Be good to me
Wrap me in the warmth
That only white landscapes,
Silent icicles,
And hot coco
Can bring
Dec 9, 2011
Dec 9, 2011 at 11:58 PM UTC
I was born
To the rhythm
Of the hot July sun
Beating down on the Earth
And you must know
That I love her so
With her swimming pools
And all
But taking my soul
And holding it dear
Can only be done
By Her Majesty herself
The ever-magnificent
Queen December
Gliding in on a
Berry-red sled
And feathery gusts
Of excuses to cuddle
And the twinkling lights
Pour brightness into the eyes
Of all who admire
December, darling
Be good to me
Wrap me in the warmth
That only white landscapes,
Silent icicles,
And hot coco
Can bring
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