Tore open his shutters and threw up the sash,
“Hey, Santa”, I yelled, “you got it all wrong!
I’m Rocky, and I’ve been good all year long.”
And suddenly his eyes turned cold as ice,
Upon my back he came with a bound,
Then he choked me and wrestled me right to the ground!
He was chubby and plump, a right weighty old elf,
Who said I had 3 days to redeem myself,
I should go home and cut my staff some slack,
If I ever wanted Santa off my back!
Then he sprang me loose and gave me a whistle
Told me to get home as fast as the down of a thistle
And I heard him exclaim as I flew out of sight,
“You want something but coal, boy, straighten up and fly right!”