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O there's strange tales told

Amongst the old

Where the winter months are hard,



Where the snow flies thick,

Frozen tongues can't flick

And they eat iced beans and lard.



Come the first snow storm,

By the fires they warm

Their memories for the fun



Of verbal delights

Through the snowy nights

Until all the tales are spun-



How the fish they were

So cold they grew fur,

And swallowed the hooks in haste



Just to be pulled out

And receive a clout

So in the heat they could baste!



How the roads were ice-

You didn't think twice

Of sitting down on your rear



And with a loud whoop

You'd push off and swoop

Fast, so you wouldn't adhere.



How the polar bears

Stayed deep in their lairs

Not daring to go outside



For the hungry men

Were dangerous then

And would even chaw their hide!



O there's strange tales told

Amongst the old

Where the winter months are hard,



Where the snow flies thick,

Frozen tongues can't flick

And they eat iced beans and lard.