Chimney Cricket

He was Santa's unknown Elf That they hid in a thicket Cuz he worked all by himself They called him Chimney Cricket On the night of Christmas Eve He's the first one down the chute Using nothing but his sleeve So not to soil Santa's suit When finishing his cookie Santa's up the chute again Every day since a rookie He was Santa's lonely friend Though he suffered every stain On his only suit of clothes Chimney never would complain Even when it clogged his nose Santa saw he had no joy So took pity on his plight Though he never built a toy He still vowed to make things right Thus, he ordered that next year All the other Elves must sweep Santa knew they wouldn't cheer But at least Chimney could sleep