It happens every year,
when Christmas comes around,
the refrigerator magnets
all head off to town.
They must go to a bar,
and get into a fight,
cause when they come back,
they're an awful site.
Some of them are broke,
some of them are not,
and some of them are missing,
they must have been shot.
They're never the same,
nor in the same place,
they're sideways,
and every way,
or out there in space.
I really feel sorry,
when they're upside down,
but it happens every year,
when Christmas comes around.
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