Sing a song of sixpence
A pocket
full of rye
Its two and
a half p now
But that doesn’t
rhyme
Sing a song of sixpence
A pocket
full of rye
Its two and
a half p now
But that doesn’t
rhyme
Are you wearing black tinsel?
Tied amidst
your lustrous curls
Well, you
must either be a Grinch
Or you’re a
very wicked girl
Is Santa Claus really a woman?
Well surely
its self-evident
It takes a
great deal of effort
To achieve the
necessary merriment
And no man is
capable
Of that
level of commitment
Do not eat Christmas decorations
They are not nutritious in the slightest
And apart from that very simple fact
You will
end up with bad tinsilitis
I always come out in a rash
It happens
every Xmas
I’ve been
to see a doctor
And he
thinks its Eczemas
When a Vampire bit
A Snowman
one night
They both
ended up
With a case of frostbite
Good King Wenceslas ordered out
On the feast of Stephen
An eighteen slice with extra cheese
Deep pan, crisp and even