please come to dinner
three happy rotund frosty cold snowmen from Goff
decorated in Christmas red, singing their lungs off
We kept walking by and throwing coins at them
They are so eager and happy said my cousin Flem
We were so smitten we decided they should come to dinner
They begged off, suggesting they would like to be thinner
Snowmen can never be too round, I told them so please come
They arrived at six, and started their singing with a hum.
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