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On her way to work one morning
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Down the path along side the lake
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A tender hearted woman saw a poor half frozen snake
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His pretty colored skin had been all frosted with the dew
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"Poor thing," she cried, "I'll take you in and I'll take care of you"
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"Take me in tender woman
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Take me in, for heaven's sake
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Take me in, tender woman," sighed the snake
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She wrapped him all cozy in a comforter of silk
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And laid him by her fireside with some honey and some milk
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She hurried home from work that night and soon as she arrived
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She found that pretty snake she'd taken to had bee revived
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"Take me in, tender woman
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Take me in, for heaven's sake
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Take me in, tender woman," sighed the snake
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She clutched him to her bosom, "You're so beautiful," she cried
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"But if I hadn't brought you in by now you might have died"
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She stroked his pretty skin again and kissed and held him tight
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Instead of saying thanks, the snake gave her a vicious bite
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"Take me in, tender woman
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Take me in, for heaven's sake
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Take me in, tender woman," sighed the snake
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"I saved you," cried the woman
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"And you've bitten me, but why?
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You know your bite is poisonous and now I'm going to die"
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"Oh shut up, silly woman," said the reptile with a grin
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"You knew damn well I was a snake before you took me in
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"Take me in, tender woman
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Take me in, for heaven's sake
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Take me in, tender woman," sighed the snake
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The Snake
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| Al Wilson |
