From Lapland To Poundland
Simon was a happy elf
Who always wore a smile
One of Santa's best elves
Willing to go the extra mile.
With trousers of green, tunic red
And a bright yellow bobble hat
Simon whistled a happy tune
While at his workbench he sat.
Answering letters to Santa
From all the girls and boys
Stamping Made in Lapland
On all the childrens toys.
For three months Simon toiled
Hardly time for a rest
But satisfied in the knowledge
That he had given his best.
But Simon's work was seasonal
And soon it came to an end.
So upon the shores of England
Simon did decend.
At the local job centre
He was told he had to work
He could not draw benefits
If he intended to shirk.
So he was sent to Poundland
And stacking shelves he had to do
Not really an ideal job
For an elf of five foot two.
Simon became sadder and sadder
And considered taking pills
Until he saw Santa arrive
To start work on the tills.
Simon was happy again
Looking forward to the day
When he would return to lapland
On Santa's reindeer pulled sleigh.
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