Fred read the list His vision stalled She wanted ranch hands! He was galled
Well for her affection He refused to grovel She was getting a holster For her shovel (He’d already bought it)
He looked at the gift He’d made for the others His Elf friends Sisters and brothers It would have been more If he’d had his druthers (But he didn’t, and so . . .)
Next he spoke to Santa Asked about Mabel Laid all his cards Upon the table (He didn’t have many flars)
All those things She’d said she wanted Had left him feeling A little daunted (What would she say?)
But Santa smiled And patted his head Said, ‘Don’t you worry, My friend Short Fred.’ (Somehow he felt better)
‘Mabel will know, And this is true. Just how much She means to you. With giving gifts The tradition’s long And while asking Santa Is never wrong What you’ve chosen to give I s this wonderful song.’
Fred gathered the B Band Showed them what to play In time to rehearse For Christmas Day (It was their gift too)
When they were done He heard words in his ear Mabel was hugging him ‘That was beautiful, dear.’
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