The Pink Lever

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!! The freaking bell breaks its law again The Christmas Eve was just a tale The feathers of chicks were just at hail Arrows of pains were in their veins The hot-reddish path was gained Key claimed as if the dame was lame Cocky perfumes all-over the wailing sail Dogs wail for the eve is great The time of pain was over for a new day to begin in weightless end Mamma was good to stay in hay for there’s no work for her to lay Bones were many for puppies to play As they sing "the day is young and hay Cats were in hard diet  For the enemy was at hand the whole night No captives were found in their way light Birds rejoice in the loud voice they could know The box created for a special snow Never got to sow They reap nothing like cold Hottie! Hottie! The weather was bold The rain too never unfold Winds were brails and never woed Happy we were for the families were in whole Music was played to close the hole Magic tale were happening in front of our face No war was found in trace The dogs and cats took honey and went on dates They made a lot of money cos they dance in gates The birds too went for the puppies for there was nothing Coney in the fairies.