remember the day it snowed pink
There was a day in the land of the Scandinavian county of Id
That snow came down all goopy and grainy, and slid
The weirdest part was that it fell not white, but pink.
I remember that day added my Great Uncle Tink.
I stared from him to my grandpa, not knowing what to do.
Hey! I said, was it as pink as the time it came down bright blue?
They grabbed up this tale and added a bunch of other stuff.
Proof that I am a chip off the oldest block, sure enough!
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