Gliding through the Snow,
On a pair of Broken Skis,
Over the snow we go,
Crashing into trees!
The snow is turning red,
I think I’m almost dead,
But now I’m in the Hospital Bed
With Stitches in my head!
Gliding through the Snow,
On a pair of Broken Skis,
Over the snow we go,
Crashing into trees!
The snow is turning red,
I think I’m almost dead,
But now I’m in the Hospital Bed
With Stitches in my head!