Burp

Reindeer at Christmas will often eat carrots Though Santa once had one who liked to eat parrots But parrots at Christmas can be hard to find He wasn’t too fussy so he didn’t mind He never complained that he felt out of luck When push came to shove he would also eat duck With Christmas upon them there’s no time to eat But he wouldn’t grumble and he wouldn’t bleat He’d fly through the skies with his mouth gaping wide A mallard would soon sate his hunger inside “Don’t swallow ducks whole,” that was Santa’s suggestion “You'll belch through the night due to dodgy digestion.” A nine year old lad hid behind the settee And woke mum and dad at a quarter to three He told them he’d waited since late Christmas Eve And then he said something they couldn’t believe “The presents are under the tree neatly stacked I swear they were left by a reindeer that quacked.”