Do Not Get Lost Ray
Polar bear angel on a winter’s day
Glided out of sight with my cousin Ray
Ray is a flea, so most did not see him there
I heard his singing voice in the cool light air
The swan sleigh they took had wheels, which was odd
Don’t get lost Ray, I called. Don’t get under that bod!
Ray is always careful, so I relaxed a teensy bit.
If something happens to Ray, his wife will have a fit.
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