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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
Copyright ©
Randy Freie
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