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Pray sit a while, while I relate this christmas tale for you,
as told to me by a dear dear friend, (I believe it almost true!)
Imagine, by a cottage wall, a snowman stands, forlorn,
made by busy childlike hands, early that very morn,
Alighting on a nearby tree, my friend Cock Robin came,
he knew he had been there before, for everthing looked the same,
"Horatio!" the bird did cry, at the sight of his old old friend
"my dear old man, a twelvemonth's past, and still you do not bend?"
Alas, dear Robin is unheard, at least that's what he fears,
"perhaps my friend Horatio has lost his snowy ears!"
And so he perches nearer by to let the snowman see,
that 'tis Cock Robin he would spy, (if only he would see!)
Horatio turns not left nor right, he does not make a sound,
and poor Cock Robin must decide to stay and stand his ground!
"What jest is this Horatio?, for I know it is thee!",
" I know your eyes, I know your coat, with black coal buttons three"
" and though it has been many month's, you must remember me!"
Yet still the snowman looks ahead, Cock Robin thinks him rude,
"I shall away" the bird did say "from your haughty attitude"
Then, all at once the big church bell began it's midnight chime,
to call all souls to praise the lord, for it is Christmas time!,
"Horatio! Horatio! it is the magic night!",
 the bird then darted here and there and sang with all his might!'
For, on the ground the snow white man began to dance with glee,
singing songs of Christmas cheer, and whistling merrily!.

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