Pink Porpoise.

Without, the frost,
the blinding snow,
The storm~wind's moody madness;
Within, the fire~light's ruddy glow,
And childhood's nest of gladness.
Here's to me, and here's to you and here's to love and laughter,
I'll be true as long as you,
Not a single minute after.
I'd oblige my botched up weakness with nerves as strong as steel,
I'd obliterate the nauseous numbness on a giant ferris wheel.
Let us go and smoke a joint 'n hereby lose our cool,
Let us drown out all our woes in a massive spirit pool.