Beavers trolley snow for built dams.
Cleverness in their small minds,
Everyone has a place in the workshop,
Where wood is transferred as paper binds.
Keep on ice fishing
Until the sunsets winter red
And turns to twilight blue.
Snowmen sled nocturnal nights instead.
Owls give a hoot for the racket
Outside a gleam to keep on building,
Keep on building snowmen until frost covers wool jackets...
Keep on building snowmen until you know the beavers finished the dams...
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 7:29 PM UTC
Beavers trolley snow for built dams.
Cleverness in their small minds,
Everyone has a place in the workshop,
Where wood is transferred as paper binds.
Keep on ice fishing
Until the sunsets winter red
And turns to twilight blue.
Snowmen sled nocturnal nights instead.
Owls give a hoot for the racket
Outside a gleam to keep on building,
Keep on building snowmen until frost covers wool jackets...
Keep on building snowmen until you know the beavers finished the dams...
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