Fresh snow absorbed all sounds
As
it fell steadily on the landscape
The
quiet becoming eerily magical
All
hushed, peaceful and pristine
Fresh snow absorbed all sounds
As
it fell steadily on the landscape
The
quiet becoming eerily magical
All
hushed, peaceful and pristine
This talk of culling badgers
Is completely unsound
If we keep discussing it
We’ll drive them underground
Some people are like clouds In strange kind of way Because when they fuck off It becomes a beautiful day