The day that Splinter died

The concubines cried

Their little eyes red

“He’s not dead!” they said

Splinter’s gone to the eastern bloc

Winter’s come and it’s not enough

The farmer’s daughter can’t shrug it off

The weight of the world is just too much

Whisked away to the snowy top

His number’s coming but he’s hanging tough

The mountain’s falling and he’s on the cusp

The avalanche just swallowed him up

He’s through the window on the fire escape

In a swirl of smoke and a shifty shape

A winter slumber

He won’t wake

We’re all snowed under

Feel the way

Splinter skied in the way he drives

How he corners

How he flies!

Watch them watch him

Watch their eyes!

The rolling cloud of cotton

Like smoke unfurled

Hat’s off, hat’s off

Dreams of a wintry world

The memory of a wooded grove

The pines are tall and the air gets cold

The days grow short and the wolves grow bold

Does a man grow up before he gets old?

The points are tallied and we know who’ll win

Guess who’s up, just look at that grin

The younger brother and the next of kin

Will return to triumph again