Warm Mittens
I wiggle my left hand,
I wiggle my right,
inside of my mittens,
so warm and so tight.
I wiggle my pinkie.
I wiggle my thumb,
so when I make snowballs,
my hands don’t get numb.
Warm Mittens
I wiggle my left hand,
I wiggle my right,
inside of my mittens,
so warm and so tight.
I wiggle my pinkie.
I wiggle my thumb,
so when I make snowballs,
my hands don’t get numb.
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