I woke up Christmas morning
and found my wife dead.
A reindeer had been in ,
And stamped on her head.

I wish I was a little frog,
No taller than the grass.
I'd climb up all the big oak trees,
And slide down on my hands and knees!
Yes it rhymes!

The cuckoo is a pretty bird,
As she sits in the grass.
With her wings by her side
and her head under them.
And in this position,
She can only say...."twit"
For who could say cuckoo,
With a beak full of feathers.

Best wishes.