My Santee is Mrs Cobble,
Though it rhymes, her head don't Bobble,
But I hear that she might wobble when she tires.

I am sure twill be no trobble,
Finding gifts is not the probble,
But I've got to post them clear out to Yorkshire.

So to make sure there is no squabble,
And to make things equitabble,
I have found, I think, the very cheapest way.

On a horse that has a hobble,
Through construction zones and rubble,
But I'd better get it posted off today.