Do Not Make Red Angry
we cannot hide him in the snow, said another angel dear
Shh! whispered a more seasoned angel; he is rather near.
We do not want to hurt his feelings, see that ginger hair?
She had heard the rumors, which simply are not fair.
They left the red-haired angel to guard a candle yellow.
They tiptoed out to do their bidding, leaving this little fellow.
We’ll bring him some chocolates and caramels, one angel said.
They also brought him pizza with pepperoni and sauce spicy red.
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