To this overly cautious young chap Who inquired if she would mayhap Squeal for help if he kissed her She replied, "I would mister But I must'nt disturb Daddy's nap."
Three kings of Orient are With gifts we travel afar Field and fountain Moor and mountain Following yonder star Born on Bethlehem's plain I've gold to crown him again King forever Ceasing never Over us all to reign Incense to offer have I To honor a deity nigh Prayer and praising All men raising Worship him God most high Myrrh is bitter perfume It breathes of gathering gloom Sorrowing, sighing Bleeding, dying Sealed in the stone-cold tomb So glorious behold him rise King, and God, and Sacrifice Alleluia Alleluia Earth to heaven replies O wondrous star of night With royal beauty bright Westward leading Still proceeding Show us the Perfect Light
There once was an elf from Helsinki He picked at his nose with his pinkie But when it got stuck His friend muttered, "Yuck." And went back to eating his Twinkie.
There was a young elf named McWeezer His job was to clean Santa's freezer It's sad, but it's true His nose, it turned blue He was, we know now, quite the sneezer.