Snickerty Nick
SPRING
I have an idea.
Trundle him in the wheelbarrow
And dump him on the ground
The way you dumped old Winter
When you didn’t want him round.
CHORUS
Trundle him in the wheelbarrow
And dump him in the brook!
We dumped a fat man in lase week —
Mercy, how he shook!
His face was like a cranky stove
When the fire all goes out,
And you ought to see the fat man now,
He isn’t half so stout.
For we dumped him in the water
And he rolled and rolled and rolled,
He was harder than a snowball,
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