Wet, wet, wet
Wind and rain meet under the sky hat
Frozen till the bones
Wind singing song with creepy tones
Winter is a Cold Queen
Snow, wind, ice; but who will win
Who will be her favorite fighter
Who will press us more or tighter
Sometimes she can be a gentle, a little bit
But after that she show us her sharp teeth
Than she bite our hands, face and cheek
Everything what outside of clothes peek
Everything that protrudes out of clothes she seek
DeeDee
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