More seasonal rubbage
Posted by:
Jon (---.abel.net.uk)
Date: December 16, 2002 02:00PM
<HTML><B>No Bird for Christmas</B>
This Christmas-time I asked my Dad
If we could have a pet
And he said that he thought we might
And what sort should we get?
So we went down to Pete & Dave’s
To see what we could buy;
There were mastodons, and thylacines,
But one thing caught my eye
The cutest bird you ever saw
It stood there saying “Plock!”
I fell in love with it at once –
I could have bought a flock.
But Pa was dead against it.
“It’s not a thing for me –
It doesn’t fetch, or do smart tricks –
It’s boring, don’t you see?”
And though I cried, and carried on
And made a mighty fuss
He remained unmoved, and so
We came home on the bus.
And Christmas now is spoilt for me
My gifts give me no joy
For there is nothing I have got
Makes me a happy boy
Because – <I>(sings)</I>
Daddy wouldn’t buy me a dodo!
Daddy wouldn’t buy me a dodo!
I’ve a sabre-toothed cat
And I’m very fond of that,
But I’d rather have a do-do-do!</HTML>