It was the ASS’ routine every Thursday at three,
To check all the lights on the ole Christmas tree!
So he climbed to the top, and checked each little string,
And tighten the bulbs so they twinkle and bling!
The trip to the top, was a chore on its own,
For an ASS so little, who was barely full grown!
So after the task, ASS deserved a big treat,
So he sang with the carolers out on the street!
What was wrong with the carolers, they didn’t look well,
In fact they kind of looked fake and freaky as hell!
But ASS sang along and he was soon to discover,
You can’t judge a book by the weird creepy cover!