Basset Hound Forgets
Basset Hound had a gift to deliver, but he forgot to whom.
He had reminded himself by remembering to say witch’s broom.
Was it Witch Hazel? Asked his mother, trying to help.
He thought it was another, possibly the northern elk.
But why would he give him a gift? They did not get along.
Would it help you to sing a Christmas Gift Song?
This was his father’s idea; he loved braying and singing.
Basset Hound joined in the chorus, his voice ding-a-linging.
You have such a baritone voice! The church vicar said.
Would you like to use it to sing in the choir? I know the head.
Basset Hound decided it was fate to run into a man of the cloth.
He never delivered the package, but this worried him not.
For he was now an official choir member of Church Number Two.
He started being happy and joyful and he stopped being blue.
He now is a fine member of a choir that sings loud and clear.
He can probably deliver this package to someone next year.
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