What a Cat Leaves Under the Tree For Santa
It’s Christmas Eve and I must catch,
fish for Santa to fix from scratch.
Surely there’s a fish who will snatch;
fresh worm from batch, fresh worm from batch.
I know he’d love delicious trout,
now, that’s something to shout about;
I hope this water’s not fished-out;
tasty fresh trout, tasty fresh trout.
I asked Santa for a new bed,
a place where I could lay my head,
maybe with a nice warm bedspread;
of cheery red, of cheery red.
Oh, I’ve caught a nice piece of cod,
I wish it could have been some scrod.
Last year I got this fishing rod;
now I’ve caught cod, now I’ve caught cod.
I’ll leave it underneath the tree,
Santa Claus will be oh so pleased;
I’ll leave it with a slice of brie;
he’ll dine with glee, he’ll dine with glee.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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