So let them say you passed your peak
That you're a million years from hide-and-seek
[Mrs. Claus]:
But when my dirge is sung
You'll still be tough as a riddle and fit as a fiddle
And struttin' and kickin' like some little chicken
And almost... young
That you're a million years from hide-and-seek
[Mrs. Claus]:
But when my dirge is sung
You'll still be tough as a riddle and fit as a fiddle
And struttin' and kickin' like some little chicken
And almost... young
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