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Post by aperratt on Dec 22, 2007 19:12:32 GMT
I am a little fairy On top of the Christmas tree It's not a job I fancy Well how would you like to be me?
All tarted up with tinsel And a bauble on my sock And a couple of jaggy branches Rammed up the back of my frock And these wee lights all round me I just cannot get to sleep And then there's the yearly visit From Santa – the big fat creep!
The Christmas tree's a lovely sight As the firelight softly flickers But think of me, I'm stuck up here With pine needles in my knickers
On Christmas Day I'm stuck up here While you're all tucking in And nobody says "Hey you up there Would you like a glass of gin?”
Of all the jobs a fairy gets, And some are rather glum, The very worst is sitting up here With pine needles up my bum
When all the fairies meet again By the light of the silvery moon You’ll soon spot the Christmas fairies They're the ones that can’t sit doon!
So, soon as Christmas time's gone by And I stop being so full of cheer I'll get away back to Fairyland And I'll see you all next year.[/b][/color]
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