Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way, There’s no snow, so leave at home your one-horse open sleigh. Dashing through the slow-, -moving crowds again, O’er roads we go Cursing at the rain. Bells on cycles ring, London travel’s shite, But oh what fun it is to sing, Our weather song tonight. Oh, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way, Sunny spells for later on, but morning’s damp and grey.
Posted on: Wed, 04 Dec 2013 07:08:13 +0000
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