Listen my friend for I shall bestow the secret of happiness upon you:
No greater joy than the excitement of a wild snowball fight,
No greater cosiness than the warmth of an open fire,
No greater achievement than forced genetic stride
So to fulfil this holy trinity, to inseparably unite them
Into oneness, there is, logically, only one way: Creation of a
Nuclear winter
Wonderland, pure bliss
Condensed into crystalline white with just a hint of a green tinge.
Just let your inner eye
Gaze into this marvellous glance:
Children running (around), whooping, flinging three snowballs at once.
Yet
Not everyone
May recognize
That we’re in store for a future so bright
Such a dear sight,
Who needs a
Christmas carol
When one can have a fission parol?
Just press that cute little button, such a lovely shade of red, and of you go, the dream comes true, in the end
Snow gently caressing the earth, the dream of every little boy
Snow gently caressing the earth, the children radiate with joy
Yet
Not everyone
May recognize
That we’re in store for a future so bright
We should
Ask ourselves
With open eyes
Isn't the quest for bliss worth a few million sacrificed?
We will behold the genesis of a paradise:
The nuclear winter wonderland shall arise
Snow gently caressing the earth,
The dream of every girl and boy
Snow gently caressing the earth,
And the children radiate with joy
