After drinking buttered rum for an hour or more, They were both too plastered to find the front door. Or much less the chimney, or even the floor. Then Song Dog walked in with a big toothy grin, I forgot to tell you, it was his house they were in. He shouted out loud, "Whats going on here?" There's a rusty old sliegh and some mangey reindeer, Upon my rooftop and I want to know, Why mine's the only rooftop that has yellow snow?