I'm feeling old
My joints are worn
My jacket is torn
Skin blistered and red
Flakey feeling dead
It's negative six degrees
Turn up the heat please
I'm going to turn to ice
It won't be nice
I'm cold and blue
Can't wear sandals, need shoes
Finger tips are hard
Can't play my lute like a bard
Tongue stuck in place
Inside my face
Freezing and mellow
Lest there isn't snow that yellow
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