Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!
Holes in the white with our feet we punch!
We like walking in ice-covered snow a bunch!
Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!
I am Godzilla; you are King Kong
Those little snow villagers won't last very long
Their drift houses are weak, and we are so strong
Now you are Godzilla, and I am King Kong
You set the record for the Winter Long Jump
You made a big hole with your feet and another with your rump
You accepted your medal on top of an ol' tree stump
I wanna try for that record in the Winter Long Jump
Hurry and run as fast as you can
We're being chased by the Abomibibble-
. . . Ombommbible . ..
. . . Abdominal . . .
We're being chased by the A-bom-in-a-ble Snowman
If he catches us, he'll cook us in a frying pan
Hurry, let's run as fast as we can
You said, "This isn't good snow for making balls"
Then we giggled because you said "making balls"
Then we made a little snowman and we gave him balls
But they kinda sucked because it's not good snow for making balls
Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!
I'm getting cold, let's go home, I got a hunch
Mom'll make grilled cheese and tomato soup for lunch
Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!
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