The snow is wet when it melts. The ice cracks and the kindergarten class goes clack clack clack the ducks say quack and the geese flee from the cold Canada.
Flee with a limp it's no use running in stilts unless stunts. And runts can't do stunts in stilts. It's not natural. Don't go outside like that have you looked at the weather. Tsk tsk tsk it's task as a basket, mixed as a plastic, brisk as a casket.
