Red noses from the cold,
Fun is being had
All is merry and bright.
The cold is a nuisance
But it's nothing our warm
Spirits can't handle.
The cold becomes our playmate.
And the tolerance grows
As the days grow even colder still
We hardly notice the change -
We play on!
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