There may be snow on the roof but that don't mean there ain't no fire in the furnace.
A dowager lady of means, Kept everything spotlessly clean. She was up at cock's crow, To cook, clean and sew. Even her floors had a sheen. Her neighbor, a fine country squire, Said, "Maam, do you ever tire?" She said, "Not a bit, For I'm perfectly fit. But you Sir could come light my fire."
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