Dear Old Santa loves all good children...
What Santa Claus Thinks...
HI! another one! What's all the world about?
Don't these people know that I'm most worn out?
Millions of 'em coming year by year;
Every youngster wretched if I don't appear.
First, they want a rattle, then a ring to bite:
Then a box of sugarplums, then a doll, or kite;
Next a story-book to read, then a bat and ball, -
Santa's back is broad and strong, be must bring them all.
First you know they get so wise, cry out, ''Fiddle de-de!
No such chap as Santa Claus!" Can't deceive them so;
Never find a six-inch stocking hanging in the row.
Here's this jolly little chap, scarcely here a week;
Don't I know he rules the house, though he looks so meek;
Both his eyelids shut up tight, mouth wide open, too.
S'pose he got a look at me, wonder what he'd do?
Sleep away, my little man; trouble comes with years;
You are bound to get your share, in this vale of tears.
Rattle, is it? Well, all right! Yes, I've got my pen;
Finish out your little nap and I'll be round again.
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