Why is it
Always an angel
Sitting on top of the tree?
Or a star
All shiny and sparkles
Oh why is it never me?
I've been good
All year round
My smiles have
Never been frowns
Been as good as can be
Been as bright as a bee
So why is it never me?
So I tried it
To see for myself
Climbed on the TV
The sofa, the shelf
But please don't tell my mum
Cos it's really no fun
I've got pine needles
Stuck in my bum!
So it's fine that
It's always an angel
Sitting on top of the tree
Or a star
All shiny and sparkles
I'm so glad that it isn't me!