The more it goes (Tiddely-Pom)
The more it goes (Tiddely-Pom)
On snowing.
And nobody knows (Tiddely-Pom)
How cold my toes (Tiddely-Pom)
How cold my toes (Tiddely-Pom)
Are growing.
OK pedants, I don't have toes - but 'fins' is too hard to rhyme when you are a fish of very little brain.
Isn't it pretty though? Everything's been looking a bit of a mess lately with all the rain and mud and I did detect a bit of panicking that we might not be at our best for next week's customers. But never fear! Not for nothing do they call him 'Lucky Jim'. A light blanket of snows covers a multitude of sins and all of a sudden it looks like a scene from a Christmas card. Mint.
Did you know I've got a page on Facebook now? I needed a bit of help with the computer, I've tried all the different 'accessibility' settings but I find it a bit hard to work the mouse. Apparently it's because I haven't evolved a thumb, whatever that is. But anyway the good news is this - I've already got more friends than 'Lucky' Jim and I've even had some fan mail from two of the better looking ones, who have been frankly rather flirty with me. It made my tail go all wobbly I don't mind telling you.
Anyway, I must dash as the snow's getting all over the keyboard and I can't read the letters. So long for now, fish friends.
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