YYo, YYo MMario winters coming, watcha know Elves are trudging through frost and snow To reach old Santa's place They are bending elfen backs They are filling goody sacks toys and chocolate, paperbacks to spread their Christmas cheer But what to send our MMario boy Would he like a ppainted toy? What kind of chchocolate does he enjoy? or is he on a diet? Does he know where Santa lives, can he read the signs he gives will he like the gift his nibs the rantin' boy has chosen MMario, MMario speak to me Do you like Bourbon or Scotch Whisky A cup of coffee or a cup of tea when long days end has come Shall I send you a wally dug a wee gold ring tae hang fae yer lug a souveneir fae a sailing tug like my granda used to pilot or would these things all be nae good cos you're a sophisticated city dude perhaps a picture of of me in the nude just to keep it personal I'll have to stop this feeble doggerel so hep me cut through the ideas fog or i'll have to go sit on the bog until A have an idea of my own XX SS
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