You looked liked Pingu in the Igloo
Your nose was cold, you showed me the icicle,
that you found, hanging from the roof
I remember your entrance to the room I was in
and the half pint glass you were holding,
that made you look bigger than you were
You drew a charming stick man on my left hand
and you told me not to wash it off.
We loved you, we loved you.

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