Christmas Meat

Ring ding a ling a ding a ling, Ring a ding a ling do, The snow outside is falling, And Christmas is calling for you. Let's have a stay vacation, And, hey, a party or two, With plenty of relaxation, And less frustration with glue. Outside our friends are knocking, And singing a carol or four, That's why we sent them walking, And blocking our neighbor's front door. Inside, our house is telling, A mouse is dead on the floor, But since that mouse is smelling, Our house is telling no more. For a treat, you can eat, What is good, What is sweet, And we think you should. But the treat, that is sweet, Would be more, Like the meat, If it possibly could. We have turkey, We have chicken, And the pig that you are lickin', Was shot. We have roast beef, We have ham, We have pig feet with the spam, That you bought. If you'd rather be much fatter, From our Christmas, Cookie platter, Stay sweet. But if fatter, Is the matter, With our Christmas cookie batter, Try meat.