A DEFECTIVE SANTA CLAUS
’Em cool enough fer us to eat—
An’ me-o-my! they’re hard to beat!
An’ Trip ’ud ist lay there an’ pant
Like he’d laugh out loud, but he can’t.
Nen Uncle fill his pipe—an’ we
’Ud he’p him light it—Sis an’ me,—
But mostly little Lee-Bob, ’cause
“He’s the best Lighter ever wuz!”
Like Uncle telled him wunst when Lee-
Bob cried an’ jerked the light from me,
He wux so mad! So Uncle pat
An’ pet him. (Lee-Bob’s ust to that—
An’ me-o-my! they’re hard to beat!
An’ Trip ’ud ist lay there an’ pant
Like he’d laugh out loud, but he can’t.
Nen Uncle fill his pipe—an’ we
’Ud he’p him light it—Sis an’ me,—
But mostly little Lee-Bob, ’cause
“He’s the best Lighter ever wuz!”
Like Uncle telled him wunst when Lee-
Bob cried an’ jerked the light from me,
He wux so mad! So Uncle pat
An’ pet him. (Lee-Bob’s ust to that—
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