Upon a chilling, silent, cloudless night,
Trixie marched on a broken road until
The comet would cast upon her its guiding light.
She greatly wished to see its daring flight,
So she climbed atop a cold and snowy hill
Upon a chilling, silent, cloudless night.
A grandiose blue streak to split the night,
Trixie could hardly wait until
The comet would cast upon her its guiding light.
It wasn’t long ‘till she would see the sight,
So she marched on with all her will
Upon a chilling, silent, cloudless night.
She dared not imagine just how bright,
She prayed, she prayed, oh she would kill
So the comet would cast upon her its guiding light.
Trixie trudged ever further with all her might,
Hoping against hope that even still
Upon a chilling, silent, cloudless night,
The comet would cast upon her its guiding light.
