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