On Christmas Eve, a nutcracker
Is turned into a
handsome Prince,
Clara saves him from
the Mouse King
And go to the land of
sweets and mints
There they dance
around for a bit
Before the Prince
takes Clara as his belle
And they marry and
that’s The End
And that is the
nutcracker in a nutshell
There was a chandler making candles
For all the convent
girls to handle
Where at night the
Sister would shout
Are you wearing green tinsel?
Tied around your
lustrous curls
Like a goddess of the
woods
Are you one of the
“nature” girls?
Snip! Snap! Dragon!
Here comes the flaming bowl
So let mischief take its toll
Just as festive Christmas comes
Snatch at the feast of
plums
In amongst the
Brandy’s flame
It’s our favourite
Christmas game
At the North Pole
If an education is sought
You won’t get any
training
Everyone is Elf taught
