I have a little Santee
He do come from Idaho,
He's over in d' Rockies
Where the praties they do grow.

He says he wants that Bible but,
His list he must revise;
I'll serve him Gutenburger,
Well-done with extra fries.

He's rugged and he's sporty
With an XY Chromosone
He plays the trumpet, but for this rhyme
I'd prefer it, t'were trombone.

My Idahoan Santee
Is the Gem of the Gem State
But if he seeks his Santa's name
He'll have to bleedin' wait.

For now I go a-shoppin'
With Euro, buck or quid
To get his little present
And mail it off to ID

And Ho, and Ho and Ho again
My Spud and my Santee.
Thus Esto Perpetua,
The Mudcat Revelry!


(and remember not to sign my Mudcat name or it will all be screwed up, right?)