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The Ballad of Bob the Snow Golem
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Yay! Bedtime story! (Yay) Read the book, damnit! Alright, calm down, calm down This is an ancient tale from many snapshots ago Long before version 1.19 In the middle of the village with a household A little different to the others, they weren't as cold So let's go down below To meet the only townsfolk made out of snow He was a clown, you know, loved pranking, bro Suddenly pouncing, making people round say: "oh!" His name was Bob and his daily job Was guarding the town nightly at eight o'clock But Bob got so bored that he'd lob snowballs at the locals And although all snow that was thrown there was frozen nobody really thought it was so cool Wasn't the most socially appropriate mode of approaching the folk who would go to the law court To report that he broke rules, had a vote and of course they'd enforce he be stonewalled He was caged and afraid, he would wave and say: "hey" To the kids, parents shaking their hands and they would make Them look away just as if he didn't exist And so Bob made the decision to begin making amends Said sorry mama, never meant to hit you Never meant to make you cry, so could I be freed now? I promise that I will throw no snow I'll go home, keep it on the low low, so This town isn't a no go zone no mo' Just a cup of cocoa and a ho ho ho No po po, yo, just a nice time, ah Though uh oh, yo, it's the night time, ah And once the sunset's gone the undead come, so be afraid They're such a hungry bunch, they want to munch and eat your brains Nowhere to run and hide, no, they'll just come inside Wherever you put your bun, they're gonna come and find you But Bob noticed the bloody loud commotion would have dove in, but wasn't allowed the townsfolk just Forbode him, it was forebodings to know that he couldn't go, no chucking snow, so he felt frozen The zombies closed in, it was as though they were hunting for something enclosures were opened Pumpkins were jumped, there was no clear motive, but phobia punching a pumpkin is odious Bob took umbrage at his bros being broken and broke those oaths that he won't throw snow He was ready to bury any undead in the area with a bo bo bo bo bo! Go home, zombies, ain't it obvious? We don't want them, we got them good, got them gone and with no problem So the folk bestowed honours and wrote heroic songs in honour of Bob the Snow Golem And although they were so fond of him, doted on him, they couldn't condone lobbing snow with no punishment He was thrown back inside like Bo Burnham was trapped in an iron and stone column, no comment How could you live knowing you've done it? Have you no honour? Got me stuck here 'till the midsummer? That's some folk horror Folks want to go on about having free will 'Till you put them in the crowd more than three, then they're evil That's when Bob said well, then I'll be damned If I let the crowd mentality get me down, I'm planning to throw down You turned me barbaric like a snowcone Conan Now feel the wrath of the snowman Brap, brap, brap! Run home and close the doors I'm chucking frozen balls at you with no remorse You could have brokered peace, but now you've chosen war I'll suffer no defeat 'till every person falls So every player be warned this is the perfect storm And 'till the weather's turning warm I'll lob those snowballs At the locals 'till there are no more What happened to him, where is he now? Oh, he's still out there, waiting Woah, wh-what do you mean by waiting? Waiting, anyway, goodnight! Waiting? No, no, Come back! (No, no)
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