I know a dark secluded place. A place where no one knows your face.

[Bucky]

Whose woods these are I think I know
His house is in the village though
A glass of wine, a fast embrace.
It’s called... Hernando’s Hideaway. Ole!

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
And no one cares how late it gets.
Not at Hernando’s Hideaway. Ole!

Just knock thee times and whisper low
That you and I were sent by Joe,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep!

[Daphne08]

1. Stopping The Pajama Game on a Snowy Evening, Frosty?

:P

[Bucky]

2. all I hear are castanets

And all you’ll hear are castanets.
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it


(now THAT's a forced rhyme!)