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 I have an idea. Trundle him in the wheelbarrow And dump him on the ground The way you dumped old Winter When you didn’t want him round.

Trundle him in the wheelbarrow And dump him in the brook! We dumped a fat man in lase week — Mercy, how he shook! His face was like a cranky stove When the fire all goes out, And you ought to see the fat man now, He isn’t half so stout. For we dumped him in the water And he rolled and rolled and rolled, He was harder than a snowball, He was frozen icy cold;