Bark! The herald angels sing.
Mommies put us in these things.
Christmas comes and Christmas goes,
and still we’re tortured with these clothes.
Woe to us, we feel so blue.
Hats like this, they stick like glue.
We can’t wait for it to end.
Our misery we do portend.
Bark! The herald angels sing.
Our nerves are hanging by a string.
If you’re not familiar with this Christmas Carol, you can listen to the melody here.
(They have the lyrics all wrong, though. *wink*)
Mommies put us in these things.
Christmas comes and Christmas goes,
and still we’re tortured with these clothes.
Woe to us, we feel so blue.
Hats like this, they stick like glue.
We can’t wait for it to end.
Our misery we do portend.
Bark! The herald angels sing.
Our nerves are hanging by a string.
If you’re not familiar with this Christmas Carol, you can listen to the melody here.
(They have the lyrics all wrong, though. *wink*)