Ruddy Nose
It was Christmas Eve, Rudoph was feeling crook
His nose had not turned red this year as in the Children's books
This bothered Rudolph and made him feel quite ill
He asked Father Christmas if he had a red nose pill
Santa's fat tummy shook as he laughed with glee
I haven't any red nose pill but noses I have three
I have 3 coloured noses Red, White, and Blue
No guesses for the colour I will give you
Then with a flourish and a great deal of aplomb
Father Christmas produced the nose
And Rudolph stuck it on
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