Cold

I'm cold, cold, cold There's little else to say, Except I'm cold, cold, cold I'm locked outside to play. My mommy doesn't want me Getting in her way It's sleeting and so windy But outside I must stay. I'm cold, cold, cold I wander and I stray I'm shivering and wet It's an awful display. I begged to be let in But have no moral sway, so I'm bound to get pneumonia And then I'll pass away.