How people come and go.
And how people change.

This is how I would sensor the song Frosty the Snowman. Because we know it's dirty.

Frosty the *Bleep* was a jolly happy *Bleep*
With a corn cop *Bleep* and a button nose
And two *Bleep* made out of coal

Frosty the *Bleep* is a fairy tale they say
He was made out of *Bleep*
But the children know how he came to life one day
There must of been some *Bleep* in
That ol' silk cap they found
For when they placed it on his *Bleep*
He began to *Bleep* around

Frosty the *Bleep* was *Bleep* as he could be
And the *Bleep* say he could *Bleep* and play
Just the same as you and me

Frosty the *Bleep* knew the *Bleep* was hot that day
So he said lets *Bleep* and have some fun before I *Bleep* away
Down to the village with a broom stick in his *Bleep*
Runnin' here and there all around the *Bleep*
Sayin' *Bleep* me if you can

He led them down the streets of town
Right to the traffic cop
And he only paused a moment when he heard him holler *Bleep*

Frosty the *Bleep*
Had to hurry on his *Bleep*
But he waved goodbye sayin' please don't *Bleep*
I'll *Bleep* again some day

Posted by: johnnyringo

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From this day to the ending of the world,
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We few, we happy few, we band of chatters;
For he to-day that chats his words with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile
This day shall gentle his condition:
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