Rising up out of a book.
We view it with awe and you'll hear us all saying
'I just wonder how long that took!'
Who was the first to consider this craft-work?
I'd never have tried it myself.
How fortunate this book was not left to moulder
On some dusty un-cared-for shelf.
Poor flat reindeer, featured in a joke,
Flat on his back the poor little bloke.
In earlier times Santa would have said
'I hope the poor little fellow's not dead!'
But now, in this more mechanised age,
Some very erudite, witty sage
Has decided to liken him to a tyre
When he sees fit to expire!
Is nothing sacred? Fairy tales
Have to pass the test of modern scales!
If they're weighed and proved old hat
Well, that is just the end of that.
Any moment Santa might
Use a modern satellite
To guide his cargo through the skies!
Modern life has ceased to surprise.
After all, we can none of us gripe
If Santa speaks over the miles by Skype!