Day #8: Come Together by Elizabeth Averay
Dashing through the snow
With a shotgun on my back
Over the fields I go
With a posse keeping track
Pitchforks and torches shine
Making nighttime bright
Breath puffing from my lungs as
I’m fleeing from my plight.
Jingle bells
Shotgun shells
Flying through the night
Picking off the villagers
Shooting left and right.
Yeah!
Jingle bells,
Shotgun shells
Flying through the night
Oh what fun it is to slay
A village in one night.
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