I walked one morning, soft and white,
Just as the morning rose from night,
I marchèd through the drifting snow,
Squinting as the wind did blow,
I had far to go and so I hurried,
Hoping I would not be buried,
Buried 'neath the drifting snow.

As giant flakes of white snow fell,
I heard the ringing of a bell.
I turned to see and was amazed,
And thought myself to be quite crazed.
There stood a maiden, white and pure,
Blessèd with a sweet allure,
Allure that would not let me go.

She smiled and spoke not a word,
But strong emotion she bestirred,
Within my all to mortal breast.
I scarcely breathed, I could not, lest,
I scare away this beauteous ghost,
The one that I have lovèd most.
Loved most, but only now I know.

I stood awestruck by her beauty,
Distracted from my current duty,
When she spoke a phrase sincerely,
"Thou art the one I do love dearly,
More than all this winter land."
With this she took me by the hand.
The hand was shaking to my woe.

She saw my shaking hand and said:
"Oh my love, what dost thou dread?"
To this I had not a reply,
But silently began to cry.
I was to lose her, once again,
Even more painful now that then,
Than then when she was most aglow.

No more we spoke, but parted ways,
I marchèd on under her gaze,
And knelt at last before her grave,
To which I was and am her slave,
And placèd there a single rose,
Confident that she still knows,
I love her more than I could show.

One fish
Two fish
Red fish
Blue fish
B'neath my drifting 'fro.

Sam I am,
Green eggs and ham,
I do not like them,
Sam I am.
Rapping at my chamber door
Quoth the raven, "Let me in."

Not by the hairs on my
chinny chin chin.
I let Brak in the window,
And Mary had a little lamb.
As white as the drifting snow.

One little
Two little
Three little indians
How now brown cow?
The rain in Spain falls
mainly on the Spaniards
Melting all my drifting snow.

The raven drove me insane
I ran out in the pouring rain
Found a beauteous Spaniard too!
Quoth the raven "Rosebud."

So I let the Spaniard in
Shaved off the hairs on my chinny chin chin
Walked her in and closed the door
Quoth the raven "This is the police."

We opened the door
And the raven strolled in
Quoth the raven, "Find me the white whale!"
"Call me Ishmael," quoth the Spaniard
B'neath the drifting snow.

'Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
A Spaniard was stirring
Quoth the Spaniard "My name is Indigo Montoya"
I am your father
Come over to the dark side.
Quoth some raven "ok."
B'neath the drifting snow.

I turned my attention to the Spaniard
And watched her fall asleep.
I noticed how much she reminded me
Of a scruffy looking nerfherder.

And then the bomb went off
And demolished the melting snow.