THE SCOTTISH CHRISTMAS FAIRY I am a little fairy On tap o the Christmas Tree Its no a job I fancy Well how would you like tae be me A tarted up WI tinsel Its enough to mak ye boak An a couple o jaggy branches Rammed up the back o your frock An these wee lights aroon me I canny get my sleep An theres the yearly visit Fae Santa - Big fat creep! On Christmas Day Im stuck up here While youre a wirin in An naebody says Hey you up there Could you go a slug o gin? Its nae joke bein a fairy The jobs beyond belief Youve got to go roon the weans beds An lift their rotten teeth But o a the joabs a fairy gets An Ive mentioned only some The very worst is sitting up a tree Wi pine needles up yir bum When a the fairies meet again By the light of the silvery moon Ye can tell the Christmas fairies Theyre the wans that canna sit doon The Christmas trees a bonny sight As the firelight softly flickers But think o me Im stuck up here Wi needles in my knickers So soon as Christmas times right by An I stop bein sae full o cheer Ill get awa back tae Fairyland An Ill see yous a next year.
Posted on: Thu, 27 Nov 2014 06:57:15 +0000
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