Dashing through the snow
On a sled that Honey bought
Now back up the hill I go.
This is harder than I thought.
Whom is this I spy?
It's my brother whom I love.
I'll have him pull this sled for me
even though he wears no gloves!
Oh sledding, sledding, sledding with the Bees
O what fun is going down but going up is hard for me.
Oh sledding, sledding, sledding with the Bees
If Stinger will not wear his gloves his hands will surely freeze!
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