DOUGHNUTS IN THE FIR TREE

DOUGHNUTS IN THE FIR TREE

On the first day of Christmas

My Mrs. gives to me:

a doughnut in a Fir Tree.

On the second day of Christmas

I jump up fast with glee

with glaze stuck all over me.

On the third day of Christmas

My Mrs. gives to me:

two sprinkled cakes

and a doughnut in a Fir Tree.

On the fourth day of Christmas

I sing songs, “dee, dee, dee,”

as dots pour all over me.

On the fifth day of Christmas

My Mrs. gives to me

three Boston Creams

two sprinkled cakes

and a doughnut in a Fir Tree.

On the sixth day of Christmas

I’m busy as a bee, “wee,”

with cream smeared all over me.

On the seventh day of Christmas

My Mrs. gives to me:

six doughnut holes

three Boston Creams

two sprinkled cakes

and a doughnut in a Fir Tree.

On the eighth day of Christmas

My Mrs. says to me,

“You’re quite a sight to see,

RED LIGHT on your donut spree!”

On the ninth day of Christmas

I’m a Santa full of glee–

but I cannot seem to ski.

On the tenth day of Christmas

My Mrs. steeps some tea

for the ache in my tummy!

On the eleventh day of Christmas

My Mrs. packs for me

and my trip round the deep blue sea.

On the twelfth day of Christmas

My Mrs. kisses me

and I fly for all to see.

On the night of your Christmas,

“kids just leave carrots please,

so I’ll fit down your chimney.”

-THE END-

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