Were walking in the air
I'm sipping on an Irn Bru
My chilly snow man mate as he would like some too
I tell him get your own
He looks like he is going to cry
I tell him once again the Irn Bru is mine
Now I'm falling through the air
I wonder where I'm going to land
He nicked my Irn Bru and let go of my hand
Genius