Dashing through the snow,
without hands or feet,
tripping over stuff,
because I am a beet,
the snow is covered in heads,
the zombies are mostly dead,
what fun it is to bash the dead on your front lawn.
Dashing through the snow,
without hands or feet,
tripping over stuff,
because I am a beet,
the snow is covered in heads,
the zombies are mostly dead,
what fun it is to bash the dead on your front lawn.