Hurry up Mr Santa
I hope you don't have asthma
Cause flying in the sky
Would make your lungs cry
I know you're pretty fat
So don't sit on my cat
When you come to my house
He's there to catch the mouse
I've left out a carrot
Please let the reindeers at it
I know they work real hard
Forever landing in the yards
Please leave my gifts under the tree
Or I'll release the killer bee
Now there's a nice Claus
I give you lots of applause
By Laura D
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