Ricci Schwarzler - The Jolly Old Fellow Got Stuck In The Chimney

I looked at his butt, was it Santa I see?

I prodded and poked to help him down.

‘What are you doing you stupid clown?’

‘Oh Santa it’s me and I’ve been very good,

Can you bring me a new bike but not made of wood?’

Like the last one you brought that was just a foot long,

You didn’t listen very well, you

Got it so wrong.’

‘Don’t worry about that you ridiculous thing,

Get me out of this mess or there’ll be no presents to bring.’

‘Quite frankly Santa I don’t like your tone, you can stay there to rot until your nothing but bone.’

With that, I walked, to the door bags in hand,

‘I’ll see you in Feb, you fat, miserable, old man.’