santa rope's last stand
he wuz a jolly, friendly soul;
his belly was a jelly bowl;
he never brot me lumps of coal;
my silly santa rope.
he napped wif me wen i wuz sad,
and hid wif me wen i wuz bad;
the best santa i ever had:
i loved you santa rope!
then abby came, i had to share
my santa rope wif her, i swear
it wuz almost too much to bear;
be careful, santa rope...
this morning wen i went outside:
an awful site! i neerly cried!
my santa's innards were outside!
no hope for santa rope.
i'll sing a mournful ivy song
tonight wen shadows get reel long,
but mourning never lasts too long
so long to santa rope.