“There was a small boy of Quebec”
There was a small boy of Quebec,
Who was buried in snow to his neck;
When they said. “Are you friz?”
He replied, “Yes, I is—
But we don’t call this cold in Quebec.”
Source: Bartleby.com (archived copy)
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