In January it’s so nice, while slipping on the sliding ice,
To sip hot chicken soup with rice.
Sipping once, sipping twice, sipping chicken soup with rice.
This is the world. This is my mind. These are my words.
In January it’s so nice, while slipping on the sliding ice,
To sip hot chicken soup with rice.
Sipping once, sipping twice, sipping chicken soup with rice.
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