It was very cold outside –

It was the middle of winter.

With all my sledding gear,

I was a little boy with no fear.

There I go zooming down the snowy hill,

Then out popped a pine tree –

The tree frightened me;

I couldn’t turn

I crashed.

Off the sled I flew –

The tree met my face,

Tears spilled down on the ground

As I ran inside,

My dad got the saw to cut it down;

He rescued me from the bloody tree.

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