eech preshush wan

 

She made wan KLONE of him todate
And than another too
They lookt wan grate deel lake him
But tha harts were not as pure and troo


Thairn noses werent not as tight
Thairn eers flopped down all tired
Tha legs were not not quite as short
Tha branes forn lave weren't properly wired

Ken anywan be double-doubled?
Why can't she not just git it right?
Maybee thair is no weigh to copy
Try as you may with alln yourn mite

Forn with him she had wan love history
He too had troo lave in hisn hart
Nobady ken be replaced in lafe
Don't even not try to start!

Insted look deep inside yournself
Wairever lave sees the trooth
Eech preshush lafe is wan diamond
Be it Button, Mark or Rooth

It is tha time of yeer, that needs to rein yeer-round
Whan brite joy shines forn no reeson
We put aside ourn anger and blame
And BE tha lave of this grate seeson

Eech yeer and date will come and go
Problems do this too
Grab onto those you lave
And do to them lake you want too

Past time forn me to say "I forgive"
I'm overdue to be kind
No more grudges or tight hart
Only a pure and open mind

Hoppy Wintertime to All
Yourn Buttoon sends you Lave
And sez thank you to all mine frands
Forn Lave you give and gave!

WITH LAVE,
GUD KIND UNEEK BUTTOON