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he wakes up
in the early morn
he is grouchy
mean as a lout
he barks
at times
I wonder
does he have green ears and a big snout?

Horns sticking out of his devilish head
I bet he steals gifts to hide under his bed


I had him arrested
the police, they had him thoroughly tested
is he just a Grinchy grouch?
or a grouchy Grinch who stole all of Christmas?

He is hairy and green
he stole all the maple syrup it surely seems
the Mounted Police have unfortunately seen
he eats pancakes with brown French baked beans!

Now we all know a crime has been absolutely committed
we can smell the evidence thus evicted
This Grinch or grouch or who knows what
well he smells and yes he also pouts!

He pleads and begs
and begs some more
please a coffee, I am just out of bed!
I am not so bad, once my coffee I have had!
Well, look at that angel face, he can't be all that mad!

All the children came running, up to the jail
laughing and dancing., at this grouch so frail
let him out, let him out , they all chant and sing
This is Dear Santa, not that green Grinchy grouchy old lout

Even the most innocent  of infants  knows
a morning without a cupa
all would be grouchy, no one at all goes with outa
double double, and a donut to take

Why this is saint nick, his beard clearly shows
Look at the red suit, come on, every kid knows
see over there that wheel chair decked in red
and 12 reindeer all ready to pull that wheelchair sled!

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