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Down in the mountains, all covered in snow,
Where the winter winds bluster and blow,
The houses were nestled, their chimneys puffed white,
Each with a roof that held snug through the night.
The townsfolk were sledding, their cheeks turning red,
While warm in their houses, they laid down their heads.
For roofs, oh those roofs, what a marvelous thing,
They keep out the cold and the storms winter brings!
But roofs aren’t just magic, they don’t build themselves,
They need care and attention from skilled little elves.
(Well, skilled roofers, that’s us, if you please,
Fixing your leaks and your gutters with ease.)
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