Well, the penquins came to Christmas,
They tracked in all kinds of snow,
Left prints behind them and muddy lists
And then! They wouldn’t go!
So, we let them hang out with the bears
And they took advantage of the scene,
I went and got my camera, They went got their friends!
Oh, I suppose three isn’t too bad,
Though all three act like cads,
but we’ll manage somehow,
With the bears and the cows (where’d they come from!)
And we’ll all sit down to some beer! (Hiccouph!!)